The Love and The Universe

Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you. ― Andy Weir

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I’m not asking you to believe in reincarnation. I’m only asking you to open your heart and play with its possibility. I’m only asking your imagination to go on a blind date with me.

Now that we’re on a date, you probably want to know more about me. I have no name, but you can call me Re. I’m actually quite famous. Many people think they’d meet me after they die so they could be born again.

How rude of me! This story isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’s about your next life. It’s about the possibility of who you might become. Let me show you.

You’re white. You’re black. You’re brown. You’re ugly. You’re pretty. You’re a man. You’re a woman. You’re lesbian. You’re gay. You’re bisexual. You’re transgender.

You’re love. You’re hate. You’re the mean. You’re the kind. You’re the bully. You’re the good. You’re the bad. You’re the healer. You’re the murderer.

You’re a leader. You’re a follower. You’re a celebrity. You’re Justin Bieber. You’re Selena Gomez. You’re also Hailey. You’re Kendall Jenner and every one of the Kardashians. You’re Plato. You’re Caesar. You’re Hitler. You’re also Mother Teresa.

You’re a straight-A student. You’re a flunking student. You’re Trump. You’re also Greta Thunberg. You’re Obama. You’re Jeff Bezos. And you’re also the homeless person who cannot afford dinner.

You’re the genius. You’re the dumb. You’re Jesus. You’re Buddha. And you’re also all of their followers. But you’re an atheist.

You’re your parents. You’re your siblings. You are the person who broke you apart. You are the person who healed your heart. You’re your dirty cheater lover. You’re also all the girls he has slept with.

You’re the people of all era.

You’re the person who invented the phone you’re reading this story with. You’re the beggar you see on the street. You’re the boss who shouts at everyone. You’re also the co-worker who cries at everything.

You’re the runway model. You’re plus-size. You’re the deaf, the blind, the wounded. You’re the person you want to date. You’re the person you hate.

You are me. I am you.

This isn’t about reincarnation. No, that’s far from it. This is about the possibility that you could have been born as any one of the people above. Some of us are happier than others. Some are smarter than others. But we all are just us. Just us. Just me. Just you.

Every time you victimized someone, 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.

 

Andy Weir, The Egg

What if everyone who has ever lived and who will ever live is you? Different reincarnations of you. What if all you ever hate and love is yourself? What if all you ever wanted was to be loved by yourself?

This world is too beautiful for you to only aware of your own lifespan.

You are the creator of this love, this universe. You are all of its differences. You are the whole…thing. The whole universe is created for you.

When you love yourself a little more, you love everybody a little more.

And vice versa.


© VITAK CHEAV


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