Imagine That

Every morning when I wake up, I turn the alarm off, and I stay in bed with my eyes closed and imagine what my life could look like if I was a different person.
Sometimes I imagine I am a farmer in Switzerland, or a belly dancer in Egypt, or a father of five in rural Mexico. Or my next door neighbor that I have yet to meet though I know every inch of her roof from my bathroom's window.
Every day I wake up and imagine a different life.
I imagine I am her, or him, or them, or it, and that my life is horrible, or wonderful, or difficult, or all of the above. I imagine that I have talents I don't even dream of, and desires I don't relate to. I imagine I argue in a different language, and love in the universal language of love. I imagine I am someone else, not because I am not happy to be me, but actually because I am so happy to be me. I imagine to be an other so I can feel the other. So I can feel how we are all the same despite our differences. And to feel the interdependency we all share, as humans in this world. 
OH, the borders we have...: Borders of countries, borders of thoughts, borders of genders, or affiliation, of status, of wealth, of taste. We have so many borders and yet none of them mean a thing in the purity of it all. We all start the same, and end up the same. So why are we so eager to be singular and different in between our start and our finish?? Why do we judge, and hate, and misunderstand each other, when we ARE each other?!
Every day when I wake up, I imagine I am someone else, because in many ways - I am someone else. And another someone else. And another. And another. I am you, and you are me, we are a not-always-happy but nonetheless A FAMILY. A family of humans occupying the same earth. Every day I wake up, and I imagine. Imagine that.