As I approach 35 years of age I can’t help but realize the discrepancy between how old we “are” verses how old we “feel”.  I feel about 20.  (I don’t want to talk about how old I look.)  This realization brought me to think about how some people refer to an old soul or a young soul.  I’ve decided that our souls age more slowly than our physical bodies.

If you consider how we figure dogs age seven years for each of our one, I think our souls age in the opposite manner.  That is the soul ages one year for each of our seven (give or take).  Could it be that our souls have infinitely longer life spans than our physical bodies and thus have to find many bodies throughout their existence?

To take it one step further, could it be that, much in the same way people are forced to have multiple dogs during their lifetime, our souls are forced to have multiple bodies.  And just like dogs, some bodies are wonderful joyous experiences while others are more challenging.  

Could it be even, as we choose which breed of dog is best for our current state of life, our souls choose which body, race, or perhaps even planet, is the best match for it?  And as some owners treat their puppy dogs with malice and disrespect, some spirits treat their bodies the same way.

Perhaps a young soul is harder on its body than an old soul?  Perhaps some just abandon their bodies halfway through because they have to take a job somewhere else and they can’t find an apartment that will let them have a body?

It’s just a thought.