
08/29/2025
When I feel low, I imagine that my soul waited in line for billions of years just to become human.
And not just mine every soul. Up there in heaven, to be honest, it’s not all that exciting. Mostly boring.
So, to pass the time, souls peek down at Earth.
And oh, Earth is full of wonders!
There’s mom and vanilla ice cream, cherry compote with pits you can spit…
There are friends you can hug when you feel sad…
You can swim naked in the sea, run with your knees high, eat pasta with stew by a campfire and make up stories…
On Earth, you can fall in love.
You can hold hands, or lie close together whispering secrets.
So of course, everyone wants to get to Earth as soon as possible.
And the souls say to each other:
“Once I get there, I won’t waste my time! I’ll travel, I’ll build beautiful homes, invent new technologies, write stories, teach children! Earth really needs me!”
But it’s not that simple up there. Heaven is full of bureaucracy. You don’t just show up on Earth.
Sometimes you’re finally ready, you go to fill out the papers
and the line is endless.
And a soul whispers:
“Are all these for Earth?”
And the others reply:
“All of us!”
“Maybe I’ll just grab a form quickly?”
“Yeah, right. We’re all just grabbing a form…”
And if you make a mistake on the form? Then you’ll wait again because God’s assistant only accepts corrections once every hundred years, on Mondays. He’s very important and very busy, you know. So you wait. And watch. For billions of years.
So when I’m in a bad mood, I remember: my soul waited in line for billions of years just to be human.
And suddenly, being sad feels a little bit silly.
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