Wandering Mind Written Down

Even though it exists, in theory, I cling onto the very thought of what relative state means…a mirror of many worlds; reflections of what could have beens actually occurring.  Our present shaped by various situations.   Every decision that I thought twice about following through with, has worked out in some other world.  

I now live with the end result of my choices, but in other worlds, the choices I avoided became a reality to my other selves.  They scorn me for making the best decision…but mock me for giving them those decisions which I wish I would’ve made. My accomplishments are their losses; their triumphs are my tragedies.  

What a beautiful, yet sad notion by you Dr. Everett…may you continue to live in one of the other worlds you created by your indecisions.  Still, I look at my past and try to imagine what my other selves are doing…do they live and share their lives with whom I seem to not be? One thing for certain, they’re most definitely living happy. 

Maybe these last eleven years have been fruitful for them.  What of their present though…what aspects do they share with mine?  Do they dream my dreams too?  They should, for they are me and we will never change.  

To the unfortunate and fortunate other me out there…you are,  but a tragedy because you do not care and feel like I care and feel.  Your heart does not flutter like mine flutters.  Your eyes do not see what I can see.  While you burn in hell, I fly in my heaven.   Even if I am part of one of those many worlds and not the original me, I can only say that I have the right amount of flaws and I still have her to daydream about, and they don’t.  

Still, I wish them luck on those decisions I will never make…

Alberto M.

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