I grew up Jewish and attended Hebrew school for a number of years.  There was one teaching that always bothered me, and which I likely misunderstood:  That as a Jew I was one of the ‘chosen’ people.  After many years dwelling on the various ways I disagreed with this idea, I now find myself questioning my assumptions about it.

Who chooses ‘me’, and for what?

Life with purpose offers the opportunity for fulfillment.  What if the deeper teaching of my culture is that anybody can choose themselves for the purpose they seek to fulfill?  When I choose to be here in this body with gratitude, I am granted the opportunity to embody my ideals.  I do it imperfectly, of course, as my body-in-motion becomes connected with that which I wish to see in the world.  Purpose chosen, even just for a moment, makes it okay to be a bit uncomfortable; perhaps even meaningful.

The uncomfortable but empowering question:  What do you choose you for?