If the soul is infinite and immortal, what meaning does life have?
If every life we live is merely a deep breath of our soul?
Why are we taken ill by certain diseases?
Why do we experience certain strokes of fate?
Why are we dying certain deaths?
Why do we encounter certain people?
Why do we relate to certain people?
Coincidence?
Do our souls decide to live a certain life?
In certain circumstances…
With certain things „happening to us“…
With certain people we relate to and encounter…
The parents my soul decides to be conceived by…
The siblings my soul decides to grow up with…
The person my soul decides to marry…
What is fate?
Looking back on my most important encounters, those strokes of fate and the way I live and will die, I believe they are all a mirror for my ego and a message to my immortal soul 😉
From this perspective life becomes like a divine play.
And the people I decide to relate to deeply become my playmates…
My mirrors…
My access to my soul…
To the divine…
vox