What if?
They say life is the best teacher there is, and they weren’t lying. We seldomly learn otherwise. We need to tumble and fall a couple of times to grasp the lesson, and it never stops hurting. There are things that no matter how old we get or how wise we are, they still shake us to the core. A single word, a thought, a memory, or even a look. These are enough to trigger a chain reaction of thoughts that keep circling our minds. I often turn around at night with a single thought that’s the culprit of my insomniac self; What if I didn’t exist? What if I didn’t exist? Would my siblings feel a difference? Or maybe would the brotherly or sisterly rivalry drop down a couple of notches? Would there be more peace in the household? Would my family be happier? Would everyone not shoulder these much burdens? What if I didn’t exist? Would my friends have a quieter life? Would my colleagues have a more successful colleague? Would my failed friendships not happen at all? Would there be more contentm