What If We Actually Chose?

Today, someone said,
"I didn't choose this life,
With all its trouble
And all its strife."
But what if we did?
What if we actually chose?
Wow! Could it be

That the reason I am here
Is because of me?
What if, in the time before we were born,
The Creator  handed us a horn
And said, "Go ahead and blow.
Blow with all your might.
Blow the life that is right
Just for you.
Blow from the depths of your soul
And I will create the bowl
That will hold what you choose
To be and do

In this lifetime."
A glistening smile I beam

Hoping my wishes won't seam

That I feel unworthy.
I breathe in deep.
I blow out a song so sweet

That the Creator smiles.
"I want to be born there,"
I say pointing to a location
And then I point to a vocation

And then another.
I point to people I will love
And to spirits from above

And ask for them to guide me.
To the Creator I hand the horn
And bow my head and listen.
"As you wish," the Creator says.
"But wait," I say.
"A couple more things,
If you please.
Provide people and clues 

to remind me 

that this life I choose
Is for my own good.
Have them help me
Remember that I am
A divine being
Having an earthly experience."
The Creator nods

And says,"I shall
and I won't forget to call you
And say I love you
Over and over and over 

in so many beautiful ways."