A Letter From Me, To You, in Another Universe

Will I ever get the chance to know you?

Dear, you

There’s something that has been bothering my mind, and I really want to know. I’m really curious about us. Yes, us: humans.

I’m fascinated by humans.

Don’t you see? Humans are unexpected, yet they are predictable. They are passionate, yet nonchalant. They are annoying, yet amusing. They are strong, yet sensitive. They are strange, yet loving.

They are everything about me, you, us, and everybody else.

All the traits that reflect us, the characters that shape us, the personalities that portray us, aren’t those parts of what make us human?

And even though we are distinctly unique from each other, we were born from the same dust. Nearly all the elements in our bodies were made from the stars, through several supernovas.

I found it fascinating — we, humans, are very much special, and yet, we are nothing but a speck of dust in this macrocosmic universe.

Dear, you

I asked myself this question so many times:

Can we, humans, really understand each other, unravel other’s personalities, find out who they are — purely, without our judgment and perception?

Aren’t we living in this world from our subjective perceptions? Don’t we experience different realities depending on how we view the world through our lens?

If the answer is yes, how dare we judge a person from our little, narrow, one-sided point of view?

I found it mystifying — we, humans, assess and evaluate another person, when we don’t even know them, understand them, and never walk a mile on their shoes.

Then I asked myself again, why?

Because it’s part of our nature? Because our brains are wired to make judgments? Because we lack self-acceptance?

Or is it because we just want to feel better about ourselves?

Dear, you

Our journey in this life may not be measured by any norm, but I guess we can make this short, impermanent life more meaningful by continuing to strive to be the best version of ourselves.

Nothing could have been more appositely beneficial than this compellation. Even though sometimes our vanity makes us forget the importance of human life, we, together as a whole.

Right now, at this moment, we are here together. But time is relative, and an illusion. When I say ‘here’ and ‘now’, it’s ‘there’ and ‘later’ for you.

The distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. — Albert Einstein

Maybe a millennium from now — when we have invented the time machine, we would eventually refer to the same ‘here’ and ‘now’. Perhaps you’re even reading this letter as I write it now.

I don’t know. Even just the slightest possibility of it exerts such captivation to my mind.

And even if that time really came, I might already exist in a different realm.

Or maybe I wouldn’t even remain an entity, I would just perish, fusing in harmony with nature’s inevitable imperatives.

Or maybe I would be in the same self-contained plane of existence, possibly with another me, or perhaps together with you; in another universe.

Who knows? The universe has only existed in its present state for a finite amount of time. Perhaps there are different versions of us there.

Would I ever get the chance to know you by then? Could we finally get to know and understand each other?

Maybe.

And maybe only by then, we could finally live as honest, loving, authentic individuals who will demand nothing but appreciate each other’s existence.

I truly hope so.