I find it funny how I got here.

By here I mean this life, this body and got stuck with these thoughts and feelings, which are many times so unfamiliar to me that I start to wonder, are they even mine? who gave them to me? are they gifted, bought, borrowed? can I return them? can I exchange them?

What about the color of my eyes or the sound of my voice? my thirst for knowledge or the drive to fight injustice? can I love less? care less? can I become someone else?

what if I took someone else place, what if there is someone out there who could have done a better job at being me than I am? shouldn't they get a chance?