yes, i'm the president of my own fanclub. blow me loser (＾◡＾)
@linear said in I wrote this and only I am going to read this !:
an interesting way to bypass selfishness, if you want me to have something kind to say
this isn't art though
life is still a mystery, so it's better to think it has only one source. thus we all are same. this post really grab my attention and make me wonder of this possibility. thanks for reading.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly
remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a
wife and two children. It was a painless death. The
EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail.
Your body was so utterly shattered you were
better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What ... what happened?" You asked. "Where am
I?"
"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in
mincing words.
"There was a ... a truck and it was skidding ... "
"Yup," I said.
"I ... I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I
said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just
you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is
this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids ... my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died
and your main concern is for your family. That's
good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't
look like God. I just looked like some man. Or
possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure,
maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the
almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will
remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't
have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will
cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To
be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any
consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling
relieved .
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to
heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right,"
"All religions are right in their own way," I said.
"Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to
walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I
get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby.
So all my experiences and everything I did in this
life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the
knowledge and experiences of all your past lives.
You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders.
"Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and
gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human
mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you
are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water
to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of
yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back
out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so
you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of
your immense consciousness. If we hung out here
for long enough, you'd start remembering
everything. But there's no point to doing that
between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different
lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese
peasant girl in 540 AD."
"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me
back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it,
only exists in your universe. Things are different
where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"On sure," I explained "I come from somewhere.
Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I
know you'll want to know what it's like there, but
honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get
reincarnated to other places in time, I could have
interacted with myself at some point."
"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives
only aware of their own lifespan you don't even
know it's happening."
"So what's the point of it all?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me
for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little
stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the
reason I made this whole universe, is for you to
mature."
"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"
"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you.
With each new life you grow and mature and
become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me? What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe,
there's just you and me."
You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on
earth ... "
"All you. Different incarnations of you."
"Wait. I'm everyone !? "
"Now you're getting it," I said, with a
congratulatory slap on the back.
"I'm every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.
"And you're the millions he killed."
"I'm Jesus?"
"And you're everyone who followed him."
You fell silent.
"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you
were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness
you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy
and sad moment ever experienced by any human
was, or will be, experienced by you."
You thought for a long time.
"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me.
Because that's what you are. You're one of my
kind. You're my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a
god?”
"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing.
Once you've lived every human life throughout all
time, you will have grown enough to be born."
"So the whole universe," you said, "it's just ... "
"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to
move on to your next life."
And I sent you on your way.
so few hours ago I changed my gmail pfp and forgot to do log in n log out here in order to change pfp. but I just happened.
so yeah ig it is easy to change pfp now, if your gmail id is linked with your tws account
@Daisy-Margnet welp well done you gotten me to post after a couple years… this is probably the dumbest thing I’ve read in a while 😂
@Bab then it's not cool. but you are welcome to this site. hope you will enjoy your time in here. aware of trolls.
Hey! if you are using pub chat (like I do) . there is a new feature (or maybe hidden for ages) .
If you scroll up till you are above all texts, scroll 2 -3 times are you will see more old texts!! it's cool. now I will always know what people talking after I left pub chat.
mine is Angel of the morning . it is my favorite coz it is in deadpool.
