Day Eight: Creation

"Be careful of that body, I created that from scratch"

Twenty something years ago today a body was created from scratch. Me. I went from just a few cells to something that resembled human. Over this time this little human grew up, fell in love, learnt and made mistakes. She even got a little yellow watering can. Maybe not in that order, but you get the idea. These experiences created me into the person who is writing this blog right now.

These experiences created me. Just like my mum and dad created me, and twenty something years ago I was brought into the world. A whole new world, a world that had never had any one like a Squeak before and probably never will. I am unique.

God created the world in seven days. Well he worked on it for six days and created rest on the seventh. I was created by my parents. And the world and all its experiences created who I am today.

I think you could almost conclude this is a cycle...

One day I might meet a man, we may have a child together. This child will be completely unique to their parents. They will be born and straight away the world will start influencing them. Moulding and shaping them into the person they will become. Like a potter shaping with clay. They will grow up and develop and then they may also have a child. My grandchild is likely to be even more different from me. Things evolve and change.

I don't like to say I was born twenty something years ago today. I like to say that I began my creation twenty something years ago.

The world is creating me, just like my mother created my body from scratch. I have to admit that she did a good job too. I don't have any extra anythings. No extra eyeballs, hands, legs. Nothing exciting like that. Just a regular person.

If I say that I am created then that makes me unique. No one can claim to have had the same creation process as me. Therefore I am special. Other's may share the same birthday as me but no one will ever share the same creation. I love that I am unique. Having someone else just like me would take away my purpose in the world. What is the use of trying to make a difference when there is someone out there who can do exactly the same job as you. You become redundant in your own life. I guess because there is only one of me, it is up to me to take the experiences I have been dealt, and create someone who can change the world. Even if it is only one baby step at a time.

My name is Squeak, I am human, and on this day twenty something years ago I began my process of creation

<3 S