Why THIS Body?

When I was a kid, I would think of other kids and where they lived, the parents they had, the house in which they lived, and the problems they faced. I’ve always been grateful for my life; maybe it’s because I’ve had that perspective. 

I’ve often thought why did my soul arrive in this body?

in this country?

in this state?

in this town? 

Why am I not in India or in the 1700s? 

My soul could have been placed in any body at any time, but I’m in this body... right now.

Have you ever thought that? What it’s like to be someone else having their thoughts and living their life?

Strange, huh? I think it’s a healthy perspective sometimes. Not a “comparison is the thief of joy” moment but more of a “wow, this is me, and there’s no one who can live my life” thought. 

It reminds me of a good quote: “Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of somebody else.”

Cheers to you as you are. You were intentionally created to be here NOW.

Venus