Mind Ramblings (voices in my head)

As I brushed my teeth and heard him getting ready for school I listened to the running commentary in my head (is this normal). I thought of reminding him to practice his guitar. I thought of saying if he wanted to be good he needed to practice and he'd achieve his desires. And my thoughts were interrupted by another thought with a different 'voice' (oh, I'm hearing voices) that said, "yeah, Elena, if you want to be good at something you need to practice". Hush I said, we're talking about the kid here. Not me.

All this and I never even had to open my mouth. 

And as I scanned the weather I noticed a little blurb at the bottom of the screen which said a 10 yr old boy was the sole survivor of the plane crash yesterday. 1 out of 104. Why? And I felt an intense curiosity and soon discovered that there have been 8 other kids surviving plane crashes over the years. How is that possible? And I thought how amazing. What is in their life plan that was so important that they were the only ones to walk away. What becomes of them? Do they realize how special they are? Do they realize the precious gift of life? And the 'voice' in my head chimed in "yeah, Elena, life is precious...do you realize how lucky you are to be alive" (does that voice know it's creeping me out)

And of course that started me thinking. What if our souls hang out together waiting for a chance to come here to experience specific lessons. Is it like a lottery draw? Did I pull the winning ticket that allowed me a chance to be born into this world for a chance to grow spiritually? Is that why babies and little kids still have that sense of happiness and awe as they look at the world? Because they won the chance to be here?  Do they still have some residual sense of where they came from since they haven't been tainted by the ways of the physical world?  And so that comment in my head makes sense "do you realize how lucky you are to be alive".

And those survivors. It would be amazing to see what they do with their lives. Even if it's just that their survival inspires an engineer to study why they survived and if it could be duplicated to enhance plane safety. So instead of whining I should be cheering. I'm alive. And perhaps there are millions of souls waiting for their chance all looking upon me and rooting me on to experience life. I don't have to waste time doing things I don't enjoy. I don't have to waste time worrying that I'm not good. With a little practice I can be. I can do anything. I chose the winning ticket to life, didn't I?

So bloggers, make the most of this precious gift of life.

Live, really live, today.

 And enjoy the ride

(And don't worry about the voices in my head. It's just my guides...or the weather)