What does it mean to exist? Is it to simply live in the moment and enjoy it for as long as possible? Or is it to suffer the horrors of life? Simply living is already a complicated and arduous task in and of itself.

To even put yourself through even more suffering to achieve a goal is either an admirable feat, or that of a foolish one. Judging which is which depends on the person, but there is one thing we can all agree on. 

Life is suffering.

Buddha once said it and so it must be true. Despite being able to live like a literal prince, he gave that all up once he saw the suffering of humanity. He sacrificed his comfort for the price of experiencing that suffering.

Through it, he gained enlightenment and became what he is today. I might be wrong on my interpretation since my memories are a little fuzzy at the moment, but what i do know is that life is suffering.

So by example of buddha, for us to ‘Live’ not just live. There is a difference between ‘Living’ and just existing, and that difference is only seperated by a fine line so thin, that people mistake existing for just living. 

How people define ‘Living’ and existing is up to them, but the thing we must remember is that we must live. We must live. You must live.

Strange. ‘You must live’. The phrase didn’t feel like just a phrase to me, it felt like someone said it to me. But who? In fact, i looked around and notice that i was in a strange place. A place containing that of only one thing, excluding myself.

I ignore it for now as there were more important things to think about. Like who was the one who told me that ‘You must live’. I tried to remember it, yet the closer i get to said memory, the more blurry and non existent it felt.

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Like a remembering a fleeting dream after you wake up. But there was another question i need to ask. Who was that person to me? I try to remember once again and yet it came out blank. Any semblance of memories in my head was only bits and pieces of memories. 

Fragments of the life i had. With those fragments seemingly not connecting with each other and yet still existing. Like something big was missing in the center of all of it.

Then realization struck me. There was the most important question to solve at least give me a chance of remembering my memories. And it’s that. Who am i?

A feeling of loss overcame me as i try to remember who i was. I try to think and think and remember who i was. My place of birth, my age, my family, or at the very least. What is my name?

I felt a black hole at the center of my being, like a big piece of myself was missing. A piece i must have in order to truly live. The only thing keeping me from breaking down in the spot was the phrase told to me. 

‘You must live’. I may not remember much yet that phrase was the only I felt that i must listen to. Who was the person that said that to me, i can’t remember, yet every time i try to recall the fragmented memory. A feeling of warmth coursed through me.

A smile crept up into my face unknowingly, thinking that maybe once i solved my current predicament. Someone may be waiting for me. Steeling myself, i gaze around the place i was currently at. 

It hasn’t changed. The place was still filled with one thing. Up, down, left and right, it was everywhere. I look directly at one of those things and it reflected back at me. Showing the current appearance of myself.

It was a man of dark-colored hair and blue eyes. He looked to me in his mid 30s, wearing a light blue long sleeved folded to his elbow. Wearing dark pants nad black shoes. I touched the man reflecting back at me and the man did the same.

Once our fingers touched i realized, the man was me. A look of slight shock overcame the man in the mirror, which means that i was having that same expression. I composed myself and looked away, intending to look around a bit more.

A plan started formulating in my head, yet it came to a dead end. I still down know where I am and even who i am. But there are two things i definitely know. 

It’s that i have to get out of this place. I need to get out of this place. The other thing i know without a shadow of a doubt is the place I’m stuck in. Based on common sense found in my mind, this place was extremely strange yet i have to believe it.

A Dimension of Mirrors.