
I'm hoping and praying that someday, my dreams will come true..
and one of these is to go to travel and explore different places.
about my life as a girl?
I'm currently brewed with a storm, 嵐
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Thanks to my sempai at work who's fond of reading books, I got to know and read this short story by Andy Weir. You'll find the title sort of laughable but when you start reading through it, you will feel a tinge in your heart and a bug in your mind that asks "what if?". We really never know what the Almighty has for us and if we're really done for good. What really happens when we die? the story would not answer that directly but it would make us realize what our purpose in this universe could actually be.
Feel free to read the literary below, 5 minutes of your time won't harm:
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
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.
“Oh 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?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“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.
Share your insights about this story. I would love to hear from you.
Cheers!
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Hibernating from typepad and I might be back on August.
I have to focus on studying for JLPT N5 first and the upcoming Epilogue in Manila (we need to prepare the projects we have for our beloved seven)
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12nn at Dad's Buffet
4pm at LARUAN atbp.
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Funny that I'm determined just now, to progress in my Nihongo skills.
July 3 is the examination date and I have not memorized the 101 kanji needed for the exam.
Thanks to this website. I get to study even at work.
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So the first Saturday of my June was planned days before. Going to the PULP office to ensure my Pulp Royalty is a must. Luckily, I have my friend, ate Vannie, who's a senpai in the Arashi fandom (well, for me) who's there to come with me and help me out.
ate Vannie = V
12:30 PM was the initial meet-up at the Pulp office since V's out from the office is at noon.
I arrived exactly at that time, even if I ac and stayed in Burger King for a while, to wait for V.
Lyra, an ARMY friend met me there after she paid for her PR in FULL. Woo! I'm happy for her since she really want to get in to the hi-touch this time. I'm really glad I was able to help. I was actually the one who reserved her as a privilege of one of the staff of Bangtan Boys Philippines, an unofficial fan club affiliated with PKCI & recognized by the organizer.
We talked about some personal stuff and introduced her to V when she came at :45.
1 PM, V & I already went up to the Pulp office, just across Burger King. I handed her my 7, 500 cash since I decided to use her card for payment instead. So we're gonna swipe her card to partially pay for my friend (core admin of BTSPH, Mirza), Elen (my cousin who really wants the PR) and me.
Okay, so we waited a few minutes for our turn and Ms. Grace, the one assigned to receive payments for PR issued us an acknowledgement receipt for a full payment. To her surprise, I informed her that we're gonna pay only the down payment and so she changed the amount paid. When she gave me the receipt, I told her that we're going to pay via card. I'M REALLY SORRY MS. GRACE, I wasn't able to inform you beforehand. I thought you'll still gonna confirm my payment method. She actually informed us that their POS/Card terminal is not functioning well, but we still tried.
So Swipe. FAILED. V entered her e-mail and details and unfortunately, it FAILED. Ms. Grace can't contact Metrobank, their terminal provider at the moment, since it's a Saturday. Oh well, we told her that we'll just be back and pay for the royalty on the next Saturday and we really hope that the terminal's already fixed by then 'cos WE GOT NO CASH RN HUHU we availed the VIP Standing A and I know for myself that I can't pay in full yet, so I can get my queuing #, so it won't make a difference if I pay that day or the next Saturday 'cos I'm gonna partially pay anyway. The only problem is the VIP seating that Mom Mirza really wants to get immediately, it's actually a race to get a good seat during a concert, especially when you want to be in the front row.
I actually forgot to see the seat plan when I was in PULP so I asked my colleague who's in the office to call and inquire about that. Luckily, there's no seat plan yet and we're assured that if it's Mirza, she'll surely be given a good seat by Ms. Happee.
Huuuu hope I can be given a queue # once I down payment too :<
Anyway, Moving forward..
2 PM we arrived Cubao.
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