What If?
Indulge me if you will during our brief time together with a game of What If? It’s a game I play by myself regularly and thought it would be fun to share it with you. This is how it goes; we ask the question, what if?, and then use our imagination to pretend, as best we can, that what we are imagining is true. So find a quiet moment to sit back, relax, and enter the world of your imagination. When you feel you are in a good space of mind and body to do so, sit with these questions and take the time to imagine your responses are as real as any other world you inhabit (remember-just reading this list is like eating dry cardboard and will not give the same sensation as applying your imagination to each inquiry):
What if I picked this time in history to be born?
What if I chose to be born in the town, city and country I was born into?
What if I chose the parents and family I was born into?
What if I chose this body with all its difficulties, strengths and lifespan?
What if I chose all of my talents and challenges purposefully?
What if everything that has happened to me in my life was designed to nurture and bring out my purpose for being here?
What if every person in my life is conspiring for me to meet my destiny?
Now sit with your answers and see what it feels like to take full ownership of your life free from victimhood and free from thoughts about “what if my life had been different- more supported, people really seeing me, more loving husband or wife, better education, more opportunities?” See what it feels like to take total responsibility for your life without any regrets. The small print is, once your life is accepted and you can see the wisdom in its unfoldment, if this is true for you it is also true for every, every, other person as well. That can be a hard pill to swallow when you apply it to those you dislike or even detest.
Some say we choose our circumstances of birth. I honestly don’t know whether or not we pick where we are born or if we come into this life with a destiny. In a way it doesn’t even matter. What matters is that we are here now, that we were born into this family, this culture, this circumstance. What is the use of fighting the present moment? It’s a battle that cannot be won. The real power lies in taking whatever circumstances we find ourselves in right now and making something beautiful, something useful, out of what we’ve been given. The purpose of our lives is embedded in our life as it is now. How can we make a feast out of the ingredients we’ve been given, chosen or not?