Imagine if you were born in a different place, with different parents and siblings, different education, influences, experiences, opportunities, friends, schools and exposure to different music, books, ideas, thoughts and philosophies.
You’re still the same person, in that, you have the same body and same brain, the same DNA… it’s just that it’s you, from another reality.
Would you still be you?
Would you be the same person?
Would you be happier, sadder, more cynical, more hopeful, more relaxed, more stressed, an optimist, a pessimist?
Would you have the same values?
Would you love the same things?
Would you be motivated by the same things?
Would the same things make you laugh or cry?
Would you fall in love with same type of people?
Would you fear the same things?
Would you have the same beliefs?
Do you ever wonder who you are…. and why you are, the way you are?
I do.
How much of who we are has been programmed into us by our life-experiences, our influences, our family and our education to this point in time?
Do you ever wish you were different… or at least in a different situation?
I have some good news for you:
Who we are, how we are and why we are, is a choice.
We get to choose the type of person we become.
We don’t have to be the product of our life-experiences.
We get to choose to be incredible, amazing, inspirational and exceptional human beings DESPITE our life experiences. DESPITE what the world or others have taught us. DESPITE our situation or circumstances.DESPITE our history and DESPITE the expectations of others.
Mother Teresa did.
Martin Luther did.
Nelson Mandela did.
They did exceptional things, they lived exceptional lives, they were exceptional.
By Choice.
What about you?
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Hmmm
Would I be me, if I wasn’t me…. No.
I am me, but I have changed and I can’t stop it, fix it, even really understand it. I did not come from another reality, I have the same body, the same DNA. But a very nice doctor needed to play with my brain. I look almost the same, in the very beginning I thought I was the same. But I am different.
How do I choose to let the old me rest and embrace the “new” me?
So again; Hmmmmm.
I’m just thinking out loud.