A love letter to me in another universe
As the enchanting score of Interstellar, exquisitely composed by Hans Zimmer, resonates in my ears, I find myself pondering the tantalizing prospect of reincarnation, parallel universes, and alternative realities.
Would that be really great to have such an opportunity to live as yourself in different time, different place, with different people and with different life?
Perhaps it is my love for Korean dramas that has ignited this fascination within me, but the notion of reincarnation holds a mesmerizing allure.
The idea of shedding the regrets and sorrows of this life, and starting anew with a fresh slate, is compelling. To live as oneself, yet in a different form, with new experiences, new relationships, and new adventures to be had, is a wondrous possibility.
If parallel universes do exist, or if I can reincarnate: I wish the version of myself that exists filled with love and happiness, not sorrow. I wish she knows that she was enough - more than enough for this world or whatever world she lives in. I wish she never had thought that the “world would be better without me”. I wish she was surrounded by love in every step she took. I wish she never had to lose sight of herself just because the world told her to.
I yearn for her to follow her passion for music and compose for the cinema, to listen to her inner voice and create a better world, that might make her happier - by not following my footsteps. May her eyes only shed tears of joy, and may she find peace within and around her. Let her be extraordinary, a beacon of light in the world that people can no longer ignore her remarks in this world.
The idea that some iteration of myself - whether in a future reincarnation or a parallel universe - could experience such fulfillment and contentment in life, gives me solace in the struggles of my current mortal existence.