When I looked up, I saw the beautiful dark sky. In that moment, I realized I'd never truly appreciated the beauty of the sky. And now, as I plummet towards my demise, I'm left wondering what went wrong. I thought I was invincible, the greatest. But here I am, pushed off a skyscraper. How did it come to this? How did it all happen? Why did it all happen?
I never thought I'd die by being pushed off a skyscraper by a man in a black suit and mask. How ironic, am I right?
I guess they were right when they say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Honestly, it's quite fancy. The memories are playing out like a movie - a movie I don't want to watch, but can't turn off. And now, as I'm free-falling towards my fate, I'm left with only one thought: this is not how my story was supposed to end.
I know what you might be thinking: 'This dude is about to die, but he's a little bit indifferent about it.' But the truth is, I'm actually terrified. Very much terrified.
I'm falling off a building I built with my blood, sweat, and tears, a symbol of my success, and I'm only twenty years old. My mind is racing with thoughts of 'This can't be it', 'I'm too young', 'I have so much more to achieve'.
But my body is numb, unable to move, unable to escape the gravity of my situation. And all I can do is scream, silently, into the void. The darkness is closing in, and I'm left with only one thought: this is not how my story was supposed to end.
It seems like I should start from the beginning - the way... way... wayyy beginning. Based on science, life emerged from the Big Bang. Christians say it was created by God, when He made Adam and Eve by speaking them into existence. But what if I told you that we have the power to create life too? Not through divine speech, but through the words we read and the stories we watch.
What if the stories we consume have the power to not only create life, but also make us more alive? It's like faith, but much better. Imagine being able to tap into the energy of the words, to feel the pulse of the stories, to be transported to new worlds and new possibilities.
It's a tantalizing thought, isn't it? That we have the power to create and recreate, to bring new life into the world through the stories we tell. And as I plummet towards my demise, I can't help but wonder - what if this is the start of a new story? One that I get to write, one that I get to live.