In my story today, we take a look at the repercussions of our final words. Some people claim that if they could repeat their lives, they wouldn’t change a thing. That can’t be true — just think of all the heartache and pain that you could save yourself if you could relive your life.
But what if you truly couldn’t make any changes? How would you feel about being stuck in an endless loop of living and déjà vu and memories?
The next afternoon…he saw the few words he had scribbled on the crinkly brown paper bag:
Your life is a repeat and you have to go through it all again. You’re not crazy, Gerald. Just drunk.
Gerald sat there on the floor, holding the cracked words from his paper bag confession and wondering about the sanity of a drunken mind. Drunks were always honest, he thought, although they might not always make sense. And it was this reasoning that lead Gerald to believe himself.
Enjoy today’s story: The Repetition of an Unlived Life.