You never signed anything, you never decided or asked to be born and exist, you have no idea how your consciousness came to be, where it was before, was it swiped clean back into a tabula rasa state at birth or did it simply emerge due to the complexity of brain structure. There were no lawyers present at your first screams (except per chance that your parents have this diploma) and here you are – Eyes opened, lungs filled with air, still pure, still untouched by all of the points of the contract. But a contract is here and it states:

You’ll get a body to use for a few decades. It might be fat, slim, tall, short, stubby or willowy, but it is the only place you have to reside in. Take care of it. It will age and die. Use it to the best of your abilities while you have it.

You’ll be protected and sheltered until you learn enough to go off on your own. Then there will be a period of searching. You’ll make mistakes. You’ll get lessons – from mild ones to the soul crushing ones. You’ll recover and learn. If you don’t the lesson will repeat itself until you do. Only then will you advance to another level. You’ll find a way… or you won’t.

There will never be a perfect moment to do or start something. You’re here where you are by genetic lottery and combinations of accidents and necessities. Perfect does not exist for more than a few moments and glimpses of it you’ll be given through your walk here, and THAT IS OK, YOU ARE OK.

All you see will be a reflection of who you are or have made yourself to be. What you make of your decades is up to you – failures, and successes alike. There is no one size fits all solution and it will require work, a bloody bare knuckle fight for clarity, but it can be done. You’ll come to the end of this story happy or unhappy and it is ultimately your choice. This will all be one giant exercise in learning, adapting, beauty, horror and self-control.

*** Add the annexes as you please to your copy of the contract