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Recently, on my solo trip to Rishikesh, I and one of my friends (one that I made in Rishikesh itself) went to a local community in the town to inquire about their volunteering program, where a lady referred us as “do bashinde” and explained how destiny has made us go there. Both of us were really intrigued by the word Bashinde and we quickly googled it, it means Inhabitants i.e. one who can…
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I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)
Alfred had died.
(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)
(How frivolous.)
As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.
The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.
Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.
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Choices.
Choices, choices, choices. Every second of every day, they plague our minds. Do this, do that, say this, say that. Endless possibilities. Life branching out in every direction. A never-ending chain of choices that ultimately has led you to this very moment in time, reading these very words.
But was this the only path? Could things not have turned out differently? Was every decision you made the correct one? But what about the other realities that split off into countless possibilities? What if you chose something different? A different fate could have awaited you.
It is a thought that seems to loom heavily over us. It's as if there is an alternate version of your life somewhere else that is playing out in an endless chain. A version of yourself that might have made different choices and achieved different things. Could you have accomplished more in your life? Lived it better? Made better choices? Had better memories?
You could have made infinite choices, taken any number of paths, and still wound up in the same place you take your last breath.
Life is not lived in what-ifs. There is no sense in dwelling on what could have been, the many lives we could have led. For every choice we make, another path vanishes into the ether, never to be seen again.
But despite everything, was it ever all really our choice? Or were our lives decided for us when we were but little specks, floating in the infinite expanse of the cosmos? Every action a reaction, and every reaction a consequence. Our choices only take us so far, until our eventual final day when we look back and contemplate what could have been.
But that doesn't mean our choices aren't important. We still choose whether the footsteps we place on our path are gentle or heavy. We choose who we are to the people we love, to the world around us.
Our choices may not alter our destination, but they do alter our journey. In the end, we only have one choice left to make - to look forward or to look back.
Even if our choices may not alter our destination, who is to say it is set in stone? The reality of our present offers us infinite possibilities to shape and alter, and the future, no matter how uncertain it may seem, offers us the mystery of life that we cannot experience any other way. The excitement, the joy, the love we hold in the moment we are given is precious, and even if it is fleeting, those experiences live with us forever.
What if our future is unwritten? What if our choices do alter our destiny? Will you make your choices count and write your fate?
Only you can decide. Only you can make it count.
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=> Martyn: Have a flashback
Your adventure started, as they often do, with some daring exploration. You gave Jimmy the good old soulmate punch test and felt nothing. And yet, it felt only natural to stick together.
The two of you happened upon some fortuitous surface iron, which you bartered for some provisions for the road.
The provisions ran out sooner than you expected.
...But with your soulmates, whoever they were, seeming more than ready to eat for two, your adventure didn't have to end there.
Unfortunately, wood isn't something that can be shared through the soulmate bond. You had to leave, pronto.
Martyn: Phew! Was that a productive trip or-
Jimmy: Martyn I'm not healing!!
Martyn: Wha-
Jimmy: The hearts!! They're not going up!!! What if something shoots at me now??
Martyn: Damn, really? Hold on, let me get us into a boat at least
Jimmy: Oh man oh god oh man
=> End Flashback
Start Over -- Go Back
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