God's profession: Architecture

i was staring outside my window, admiring my backyard. The wind made the melody, the grass swayed the trees danced, the party of dragonflies grooved, and then My mind fell through what seemed like eight stories of a building. (like how they do in old houses in movies, stepping back without looking and falling through a hole down many floors) yeah my mind fell til it reach the bottom, and i became one of the dragonflies, dancing with leaves. As a dragonfly i looked at the girl standing at the window looking outside, i wondered what it would be like to be her, to have her mind. within seconds i was alarmed, my mind climbed back to ground level, to my usual mindset, (which compared to most people is unusal,) nevertheless i was back where i started. alarmed with the this thought: God specifically created you to be exactly who you are in life. He chose the number of eyelashes he wanted you to have, the parents you would be born to and the children you would have. God made me me, for a specific reason. be content with who God has blessed you to be as a person. yes improvement is always good, but improving requires foundation and foundation requires confidence, confidence requires strength and strength is being content in who God designed you to be. He makes no mistakes, none.