The embryo of anarchy
Who wouldn't jump at a second chance at life? Seriously, who wouldn't want to hit the reset button and start fresh – become someone else, or something else?
No one, that's who.
And I wasn't about to resist that temptation. In fact, I felt cheated the first time around and longed for a do-over. If given the chance, I'd embark on a new journey to become smarter, stronger, and live life with more passion. I'd savor each day as if it were my last, because, let's face it, I hadn't really made the most of my last day on earth.
I didn't grow old surrounded by loved ones. No, instead, I died at sixteen, just after finishing a night shift at a lousy fast-food joint. Some drunk driver plowed into me as I crossed the street. Talk about unfair.
Looking back, I felt like such an idiot for putting off the fun in life. I'd been saving every penny for an overpriced college that promised a better future. Juggling dead-end jobs and schoolwork, I was determined to escape my miserable town and the bleak future that awaited me.
But fate had other plans, and I wasn't a believer in destiny. I thought there was always a way to change the path set out for people like me: dirt poor and abandoned. I poured my heart and soul into shaping my own success story, relying on no one but myself.
That was the plan. The perfect plan.
But all my hard work led to an early grave.
What a joke.
Yet, even in death, I clung to my desire to live. I'd gladly seize any chance to return to life. And who wouldn't, in my shoes?
Somehow, someone or something out there heard my wish and granted it.
Words can't describe the elation I felt when I woke up in a new body – an infant's, no less – and basked in sunlight once again.
I had no idea how long I'd been stuck in limbo. Days, years, or even centuries might have passed. Now, my memories of my past life came to me in hazy fragments, cherished snapshots of my former existence.
Learning to ride a bike, standing up to bullies, devouring books, and dominating arcade games – these memories and more painted a vivid picture of the life I once had.
But death had come for me, cutting my life short.
Now, with a second chance at life, I could finally let go of the bitterness that had consumed me. I was an old soul reborn, and this time, I'd live life to the fullest.