Today,
There is no person,
No human,
No being,
No soul that I want to be,
Rather than the person,
The human,
The being,
And the soul that I am.
There is no one in this world that could possibly be better for me to be,
Than me.
There is no other body,
Other shape,
Other color,
Or size,
Where I could possibly fit better than the body,
The shape,
The color,
The size where I am living in.
There is nothing and no one in this world that I would prefer to be,
Rather than me.
The universe is so perfect,
That gives me shape,
Color,
And size,
So I can live this human experience.
It gives me space and air to breathe.
It gives me a heart,
So I can keep enjoying every moment.
It gives me this tremendous opportunity to be pure and authentic,
In a world where purity and authenticity seems to dissolve so quickly.
The universe is so perfect,
That makes no copies.
Everything is unique.
Everything is one in a hundred,
One in a thousand,
One in a million,
One in an endless number of everything.
The universe is so perfect,
And its perfection gives me the chance to open my heart every day and see beyond what is tangible,
Beyond what is no longer catching my attention so much.
The universe is so perfect,
That it keeps smiling at me,
As if my life had just started,
As if the best is always yet to come.
As if nothing could possibly affect me.
As if our connection is forever.
The universe is so perfect,
That creates uniqueness in everything.
Everything it creates is unique.
So today,
There is no person,
No human,
No being,
No soul,
That I want to be,
Rather than the person,
The human,
The being and the soul that I am.
The universe is so perfect,
But so perfect,
That if there is anything that I should do,
That one thing,
And one thing only,
Is to be me.
