Do you think it’s possible that our souls come into human form, animate our flesh, grow and develop to express something pretty specific?
Sometimes I meet people who seem right satisfied with their lives because they believe they’re honoring what they came here to do. It’s a strange thought, and I find a strange comfort in it-not the kind of comfort which leads to complacency, the kind that helps keep things simple in your mind when you end your day.
I think there are hundreds, maybe thousands of ways to express what we came here to do. It almost doesn’t matter what shape it’s in-a job you do for money, the way you talk to very old people, how you cook food for your family, the kinds of flowers you grow in the summertime, the pictures you take, the toilets you fix, the way you rally folks and uplift them with your smile.
When I ask what I’m here to do, I get that I’m here to “build the safe spaces”. Hmm.
So much room to grow and live courageously into around that.
How about you?