That looks like a new style that would suit me I thought to myself, as I looked at the sleek body, and the tan color. I objected to the slight defect I noticed in the rear of the body, but it was much better appearance than the one I had before. My heart was erratic as I bargained with the dealer; and finally we both agreed that the deal would be good for both of us. But this attainment would not be over until they checked my past history. It was some type of score that represented my past actions and non-actions. The negotiator went into a door that was inconspicuous; but we all knew that my fate depended on the information that was collected in that room.
I immediately noticed the disappointed countenance of the negotiator as he walked slowly to where I was. I knew what I wanted was not going to happen. He handed me the report, and I knew I needed to downsize my requirements for the conveyer that I was going use in the future. We finally agreed to a body style that I abhorred, but at least it provided something that was functional. As the negotiator gave me the copy of the contract and the instruction manual, he instructed me to be carefully with my dealings that would affect my credit scores in the future. He stressed that my future dealings will be dependent on them. As I left the arena, my heart was depressed as I noticed all the defects; but I also knew that I could someday attain that perfect body style that I wanted. It would require much work. I thought to myself that my actions of today do affect my future.
This is a story not about leasing a car, but it is about the soul and reincarnation. What happens to the soul or heart when one dies? Do we get to pick our own body (vehicle) for our next life, or does God choose it for us? Or maybe it is a combination? This story proposes that we control our own destiny, by our actions of today. Something to ponder about?