Letter to the others

casting into the void

Dear selves of other alternate realities,

When I agreed to take on this lifetime in this simulated universe, I must have been entranced by the sheer wondrous worlds that I was going to be born into, like a tourist must be enamoured of all those glorious travel brochures.

Past my majority in lifespan, the experience has turned out as good as promised, except that the best, meaningful things were the unexpected, yet remained true and natural to essentially me.

It has been constant sufferings constantly forgotten, selves. But then, in some consistent form it has been too for each of you, for wonder is only attained as we brave discomfort and the unhappy, don’t we? The ignorance of us as the child, the awkward ungrown potential as the adolescent, the wasteful energies expended as youngly adult, the probationary maturing of responsibilities in career-hood and adulthood.