“Where are you taking me?”
I looked at the vague figure of a hand pulling me in its direction. A transparent-like form was guiding the way. Where to? I wouldn’t know, but I followed nonetheless. It loosely grabbed onto my arm, dragging me in different directions, tugging me around corners and down hallways. We were in a building that seemed to be never-ending. It was a maze - conjured up in a sick, twisted, nightmare. The figure was an ashy-black coloured combination of specks that seemed almost holographic; like I could see it even if it wasn’t there.
I think you already know the answer to that question.
It seemed like the voice, rather than coming from the figure, came from within me - as if it came from inside of my mind. Did I know the answer to my question? Did I want the answer to be true?
“Am I dead?”
And then, it all came back to me. All the happy memories: blowing out the candles on my 16th birthday cake, going to the beach with all of my friends, playing frisbee with my dog, enjoying dinners with my family. I remembered them all in great, vivid detail. I relived every moment in my life, the good and the bad, the happy and the ugly, I reminisced in it all - knowing it was my last chance to take it all in.
“So what happens now?”
This time, however, I didn’t get an answer.
“Do I go to Heaven? Hell? Is there an afterlife? Do I get reincarnated?”
Silence. My voice was received by the seemingly omniscient being, but no response was given back to me. As it continued to tug me down hallways and into empty rooms, I had no choice but to do what I did best. Overthink. I tried to recall how I got here, how I had died, but nothing came to mind. I tried to remember all the stories people would tell me. Something about a bright, white light? Something about seeing God? I don’t know. I tried my best to come up with something that would make sense. What happens when you die?
“What happens now?”
You’ll be put back into the universe. Somewhere in the mesh of time and space, where you will live another life, not knowing the one that you had previously lived.
What did that mean? That I’d be put back on earth? Relive the same ups and downs, and for what? To die once again? To relive that same fear of mortality that pushes the human race to strive for a greater, stronger, and more powerful society? What if I just wanted a break? A break from the happiness, sorrow, and anger - did I not deserve that?
You must go through every life to have ever lived on this tiny planet. All the ups and downs. Only then will you realise the true value of what it means to be human. The true reason behind existence - the Secret to Life.
And so, there it was. That bright, white light. So bright that I felt myself wincing. I was in a hospital room, my father watching as the doctors pulled me out- out to relive another human life. Each death bringing me closer to the truth.
The secret to life