World War 3

We all saw it coming, Albert Einstein predicted it “I know now with what weapons World War III Will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”. He was pretty right about that, although there hasn’t been a World War IV, three ended in the destruction of the planet Earth as we know it. Only few survived without being harmed, I was one of those few. We lived on an island in the pacific ocean, until the War started. We lived in peace, you could call it an utopia. We were years ahead of the normal technologies on the rest of the planet, but nobody knew of our exsistance, we were completely stealthed.

We had a technique to capture two species of every living creature, put them into a database and so save them from extinction. We could manipulate their genetics, so we could control every part of their body. Mosquitos were no longer making this annoying buzzing noise and sucking up human blood, they now had usefull purposes. Also, we found a way of traveling in space very fast, without having to be conscious the entire trip. This technique we had to use earlier than we thought, as man kind was bombarding itself with nuclear bombs and anything you can imagine.

We of the Island of Diaconu, as we called it, fled from extinction. Our space ship traveled a few hundred years, until it found a planet that was right for us. A planet we also called Diaconu, in our language it meant something like utopia or paradise. And on this planet, we continued human life and all other life forms we had in our database.

Now, 500 years after World War III, we have a healthy population of every species, as we respect each creature. We even repopulated planet Earth with modified species, capable of resisting all the radiation that’s left over of the War. There are no more humans on the planet, except a few scientist, but they live seperated from the rest.

It’s 3489 and something big is about to happen.

Still here

It’s hard to live a life that never ends, you never really get used to it. 

But all you need to know is, sometimes you have to go deep, to know where you stand. Remember the things you like, because one day they’ll all be gone. But I’ll always be here.

Emptiness

I sat there, in the corner of my room. Completly turned into myself, my door locked, the lights out. It was dark, empty, just the way I felt. I felt alone, like I didn’t even exsist in this world. I wish I could just leave. Dissapear into the nothing. The only thing I could think of was that morning, when I opened the mail. It was from my best friend I thought. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks. Finally I would know what was wrong, why he didn’t respond. But things out turned to be so much worst. My world collided, I just couldn’t do anything. I closed the pc, went to my room and locked myself in. I sat there, like I’m was sitting on this moment.

The world didn’t meant a thing to me anymore. We are so little, so small, we can’t do a thing in here, we can’t change anything. But still, one person can do so much hurt, so much happiness, one person can truly affect another. Why!? Why would anybody do something like that? I learned it’s a chain reaction. One person bullies, because he was mistreated. The bullied person hurts himself, sometimes even commits suicide. While he thinks he is alone in the world, like nobody even cares about him, there are many people he will hurt. There is always someone, you don’t know about. Scars are made by the littlest of actions. Those scars will never heal.

I once heard a song on the radio that went like this “A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect, every action in this world will bear a consequence.”, I think it applies to this. But do we ever take a moment to stand still and think about it. Every one of our actions will trigger an effect we can’t foresee.

So what was in the mail from my friend? It was his mom, who finally got into his account. She told me he had died, he cut his wrists in the bathtub, he drowned and bleeded to death at the same time. I’m still wondering wether it was worst bleeding to death or drowning in  your own blood. I was also told that I was his only true friend. I had never seen this person ever in real life, I only knew him from the internet. His mom sent me an invite to come over, all the way to the heart of the Netherlands. She had it all set up, the train tickets, I only had to get on the train. I wasn’t sure what I should do. I felt like I had to go, it was a kind of obligation. But I couldn’t, so I never went. I sent a mail back, saying I grateful with the offer, but that I just couldn’t, it was too much for me. I offered to keep in touch, so we both had a way to deal with our grief. She agreed, we kept in touch for years. Eventually we lost contact, I don’t know why, we both felt like we were over the pain. Now I know I wasn’t over it, I just soaked it all up, take it deep inside me and forget about it, though forgetting is a big word. Today I know how wrong I was, it all came out, half a day before I decided to end it all.

Memories

I carry them all with me, my thoughts, my memories. Everything I did wrong in my previous lives, everything that has been done wrong to me. There is no way to forget them, the harder you try to forget, the harder it gets. There’s a reason why we study history, our past, and it’s the same reason why I can’t just simply forget these memories. Some of them I forget, usually the good ones, like most people. Some are vague, some are clear. I’m glad I’ve found a way to deal with it, the emotions, the pain, sometimes the laughter and joy, happiness. Where would any of us be without memory, we would just make the same mistakes over and over again.
It’s a big burden to bear, but I have to. It’s my job. But from this all I can learn, learn to appreciate, learn to forgive, learn to forget but yet remember. We are who we are, we do what we have to do to live as good as we can, but sometimes that’s not enough. Just take a moment to stand still, think about everything, yet forget about it all, realise how good your life is. You only have one, they say, if only they knew. I know, but it’s hard to live like this. After all, the end is where we begin.

Guardian of Time

For a stranger our live is hard to understand, when you die life ends, for them. Not for us, we just start over, in a new body, with our previous memories and thoughts still there. Maybe you’re now thinking that we have a huge advantage over some people, but we don’t. We are all average persons, besides the fact we rebirth with our thoughts. Also we’re not able to take advantage of our skills, the Life Circle prevents us from doing this.
Though there is one ability that makes us even more special, we can travel through time. Maybe not like you think, we can’t travel with our bodies. Our consciousness has the possibility to time travel, there’s only one downside to this, we don’t choose to do this, it just happens. In the life just after my jump, I was born a month after my previous birthday, a day before the person that would one day become my best friend, I was even born in the same hospital. Perhaps you’re now thinking what would happen if you meet your previous self, well it doesn’t happen or at least, it shouldn’t. A few days after my second birthday my parents moved to America, where they came from. My current mom had the bad luck to give birth on her holiday. Rethinking of this it was all pretty funny.

I’m telling you this, because it will make it all easier to understand. The burden I spoke about earlier, well, this is part of it. You can see it as a job to keep time in balance, making sure certain things happen or don’t happen. Mystical dissapearing of people, sudden change in economics, even the change of seasons, we all control it. Some people call it Yin and Yang, some call it karma, others have a different name for it. But it all comes down to us, we don’t do this for our fun. People don’t go missing because we like to, but because we have to. There are reasons for why we have to do these things, but I can’t explain them, even I don’t always understand why, I just have to do it. I have even doubted to do things, asked others of us why I should even do it, it felt so wrong. Later I realised it all had a purpose, the Indian boy, dissapearing from his school, never to be found again, completely gone from earth. He was rebirthed to become an important politician. When I saw what he had done to the world, it got to me, this is why I should just do what I have to do.

Realizing

The feeling I was talking about earlier, right before that I knew I was wrong. The one reason why I shouldn’t end it all, remembering my friend from years ago, all the pain he brought into the world. I swore to myself the day I got the message he died, that I would never do such thing. 

The ground came closer. Right there, on that moment I realised why I shouldn’t end it, I had a few friends too. I couldn’t leave those friends, I couldn’t let them feel the pain I felt. I wanted back, I started throwing my arms around in the air, like I could stop myself from falling. But it was too late, the ground came so close I didn’t dare to keep watching, I closed my eyes. But then, there it was, that indescribable feeling. I hit the ground, but I never realised that I hit the ground, the feeling I had was like falling gently onto a soft, silk sheet, it didn’t hurt. 

 

The next thing I realised was blurred sound, voices, beeps, I couldn’t tell what it was. After a few minutes I started realising that I survived my jump. But how? I jumped head first, how could I possibly survive this? And then, on that very moment, it hit me, the post. What if we just start over again, I was dissapointed I didn’t see a screen with all my ‘stats’. 

I lost consciousness again, after some time I woke up again, laying in the arms of a middle aged woman. Around me a lot of unknow adults, a few kids playing and laughing with eachother. Though one of them wasn’t laughing and playing all around, he stood there, looking at me, with a little smile on his face. Not a creepy smile, but a warm smile, I felt the warmth of it. When I tried to say something I couldn’t, I was just crying like a baby. Suddenly I realised it, I was reborn, reincarnated, but somehow I still knew everything of my previous life, that wasn’t normal. And then I heard a voice, i looked around, nobody was talking to me, but this voice was talking to me, it knew my name. It was calming me down, telling me what happened. I was granted with a gift, a skill, a unique ability; the ability to rebirth without losing memories of previous lives, I only had to learn my body to do the things I could before, like walking, talking, eating, but I remembered everything else. This voice told me he was my old friend, he was destined to tell me about this ability, the day I would realise how much I meant to the people around me, even when I didn’t feel that way. There were only few amongst the people in the Life Circle that had this ability. Basically we, these few people, are immortal in some way, but we couldn’t use it to our own advantages, we had a burden to bear.

Sherlock

It’s an apology, it’s a trick, just a magic trick.

This message, it’s my note, that’s what people do, don’t they? Leaving notes.

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Just to be clear, I’m not leaving a suicide message, I’m perfectly healthy. I just feel like sharing this, a friend of me showed me this (we both like sherlock).

Intro

It all began with this blury internet post, some hundred years ago. In a time were gaming was a daily routine. Every young person was gaming, even older people were gaming. The world was all about gaming, people started giving lessons in gaming, entire gaming schools were build. Anyway, this post was about how cool it would be to see ‘your stats’ at the end of your life. I responded to it, how it would be if it really happened and how you’d see a timer, counting down towards your respawn, your rebirth. Who knew I would get so much response to it, it’s awesome how people can think and keep thinking. Everything was explained: deja vus are actually just choices  you made in your previous live(s), but you just made them again, a sign for you to say you’re doing it all over again. Growing population meant new players joining in.
I never realized what kind of impact this would make on my life. It was a period of big stress, everything went wrong for me, I kept getting deja vus. That made me think of this post again, what everybody said, how we all went philosophical. But it was all too late for me, I was so down, so depressed, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat there in my room, almost crying, keeping the tears inside, forcing them to get back, like I always did. I wrote the note, I ended with an exclamation mark, a big one. I left the note on my desk, took my keys, my mp3-player. Before I left, I checked if everything was the way I wanted to be. Like every time I left for the weekend, but this time was different. The lights went of, a bit slower compared to normal, I could feel my heart beating, slower than usual, everything went slower. The door closed and I locked it, took the stairs to the lowest floor and left the building. While going to my bike I put up that one song, that one I really like, I can keep listening to, however I feel.
There I stood, on the bridge, with that one song on repeat. Ready for my end, I thought it over and over again, but no, I didn’t feel a reason not to end it. Everything I did went wrong, all my friends left me, I told my crush how much I love her but she thinks I’m a creep, my grades went from 80% + to max 50%, I was in a constant fight with my parents, what else could go wrong? When this one song ended, I jumped, I could myself falling, falling into the end, I was flying for a second or two and the next thing I feel. That feel, it’s something, there are no words for it, you can’t describe it, it was just…