What is life? I ask myself while wrestling with the trash bags I should have taken out weeks ago, before they started to rot and release copious amounts of stench whenever they are the slightest bit disturbed. I am pretty sure that if I waited until the next time the garbage truck made its rounds it would have been able to move to the side of the street on it’s own. Though if it reached that level of sentience, I doubt that it would let itself be taken by that garbage truck, only to be disposed of. I mean what lifeform would only exist to commit suicide? Sure some individuals within a species may chose to do, but a species that only lives to die? Not likely.
Which brings me back to my original thought. What Is life? What is it that makes life-forms exhibit the basic requirements to be called as such? The easiest explanation would be that the universe is infinite and within infinity every possibility will come to pass, which also includes the creation of life as we know it, but should we really be satisfied with that explanation? Religions the world around would have you believe that everything was created by the gods, some say to serve a purpose others say we are just the side-effects created by their interactions. What almost all Religions and science do agree on though: Is that we as individuals, are even less than ants in comparison to the greater scheme of things.
Why am I thinking about things like this at random moments? Multiple people once asked me. The answer is fairly simple: Because I, Hawk Robinson, am…easily bored while doing menial and repetitive tasks... This resulted in me cultivating the only skill I have pride in: Being able to multitask efficiently. One mind can only do so much however, so mistakes are still being made, But I Am proud to say that I never in my 25 years of living made mistakes that couldn’t be fixed within a maximum of 15 minutes after making them. No life threatening mistakes for me! Could be because I also don’t really do that much, stay at home to the point of it being not good for my mental and physical health and only cross the street for tasks like:
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Doing the groceries, putting the trash out and in rare cases of a game I really like having a pre-order bonus that is only available at a specific store.
I prefer to call it energy efficient. Most people in my surroundings call it lazy (and they are probably right, which I will Never admit), but I get by, barely and get to do the things I like.
Back to my ability to effectively multitask, while I did say I never made a life-threatening mistake it seems like that is going to become a lie. Why? Well, it seems that this nice inner dialogue thing I had going on is going to be interrupted, violently, with one of the most generic ways to start a reincarnation story.
Apparently the garbage truck driver was in a hurry. He doesn’t like his job you see. So when he gets to exert power over people by, for example: making sure they are stuck with their filled up rotting trash bags for another 2 weeks. He tries to pass by the house of poor thash lugging me as fast as possible so that I am too late and he can give me the finger through his open window. What we both didn’t account for was me being too distracted to notice a faster than normal garbage truck coming at me, stench of decomposing trash will do that to a person.
Do you know what loaded truck going 50 kph + physically unfit 25 year old standing right in front of it equals? To put it in a certain game’s words: FATALITY!!!. So while I was flying through the air uncontrollably, a slave to the laws of physics. I used my last precious seconds of consciousness to think: whelp, this is it. I wonder what death will be like?