Would you choose to live again?

Travel through your memories, what do you remember, and would you choose to live again?

Have you ever wondered what came before?
Have you ever asked those that would know?
Like what were my first words?
What did my parents think the very first time they saw me after I came kicking and screaming into the world?
Did I come kicking or screaming into the world?
What did I look like?
What did they feel?
Was I an easy baby, a sickly baby?
Why did they want me in the first place?
Who was the first person to meet me from my family?
Who held me first after my Mum and Dad?


What are your very first memories?
It’s a hard one to place.
Do you remember your first injury and how you did it?
Your first conscious thought?
Your first laugh?
Your first cry?
The first time you felt real anger and what caused it?
Your first fight with your parents or friends and how it made you feel?
Do you remember losing that first tooth?
First time you broke something?
The first time your mum put something in front of you to eat, knowing that wasn’t going to happen.
Your first like, dislike, love?

Do you remember your first days at school?
Did you already have a friend or did you walk into a class full of strangers?
Who was your very first friend?
Do you remember how you felt?
Did you want to return the next day, and the day after that?
Did you think to yourself, oh my god I’ve got 12 years of this ahead of me, or did you take it one year at a time?
First favorite teacher, favorite subject, favorite classroom?

Do you remember your very first crush, first kiss, first boyfriend/girlfriend?
Was there always that one person for you, just out of reach? Always noticing those other girls/boys but never you.
The first person to shatter your heart?

Do you remember the first song you ever heard?
First song that was your absolute all time favourite and never wavered/
First movie that made a real impact?
First TV show that had you bawling like a baby?
All time favourite character that you still love to this day?
First book you ever read?
First book that shook you to your core?
First bike ride, first time on roller skates?
First swim, first hike, first sport you played?

What was your first thought upon seeing the love of your life?
Do you remember where you were, what you were doing?
What were their very first words to you?
Did you know that they were going to be the love of your life, your soulmate?
Do you remember your first date?
That first look into their eyes and knowing they felt exactly what you were feeling?
The first touch of their hand in yours?
Do you remember your first kiss, where it was, how it came about?
How did it truly make you feel?
Do you remember your first fight?
What it was about? Did it hurt or make you angry?
The first time you told them you loved them, the first time they told you?
The first time you went all the way and how it made you feel?
First time you knew your relationship was forever?

What were we really, before it all began?
What do you believe?
Were we simply nothing but a hope in our parent’s minds?
Were we already a soul floating around, waiting to be chosen, waiting for our calling?
Did our parents choose us in some prearranged universe?
Or is it simply science?
A blending of two people coming together as nature intended it.

Have we already lived a life or two before?
Are we here to make amends, right past wrongs, do over what we stuffed up before?
Did we sign a contract before coming to life?
Was it preordained that we would be with the people who are in our lives, cross our paths?
Is our life set out before us before we even start?
Is our death signed and sealed from our first breath?
How long will the human race survive?
Will it ever end?
Will the earth finally return to its natural glory before man came into being and took what was probably not theirs to have?
Or will it implode and take all with it?
A final fuck you to us all.

Will we start again?
Will we have another life, and another and another?
Or is this really our only shot?

Where do we go?
Where do we end up?
Do we just go into an endless peaceful sleep
Do we truly meet up with those we’ve loved and lost before us?
Or does what is left of us simply vanish into thin air like we never existed in the first place?
Do we want to rot in the ground or be thrown to the wind in a million different directions?

What is life? What is its true purpose?
And if you had a chance to do it all again, knowing what you know, or don’t
Would you choose to live again?