What do I know…

Summary

The website content reflects on life as a game with unexpected challenges, suggesting it may be a form of rehabilitation for souls sent from a better place, with death as the return ticket.

Abstract

The author contemplates the nature of life, likening it to a game where challenges can either break or heal us. The text questions whether our memories are erased before birth to prevent us from recalling our origins, and it speculates that the air we breathe, while sustaining life, also contributes to our daily decay. The narrative draws a parallel between life and a prison sentence, with some individuals being released early through death, which is seen as a return to a better place, prompting mixed emotions among those left behind. The piece suggests that life is a test, with our "results" determined upon our last breath, and highlights the internal conflict between the flesh, which seeks comfort, and the soul, which longs to return to paradise.

Opinions

Life is compared to a game where the air, necessary for survival, paradoxically contributes to our decline.
The author muses on whether life is a form of punishment or rehabilitation for a crime committed in a previous existence.
The statement "The beautiful ones are not yet born" implies that life diminishes our inherent beauty over time.
Death is portrayed as a release from the prison of life and a return to a better place, a concept that evokes both sorrow and celebration.
There is an internal struggle between the flesh, which adapts to and may even enjoy life

What do I know…

What do I know about this game called life. A place where the unexpected challenges build up to be something that destroys or heals. Do you think our memories were wiped off before birth so we won’t have to remember where we came from? I think there’s something in the air. We know it to give us life, but it seems to be killing us daily. We go through our days here, dying. Were we sent here to Live or die? Did we commit a crime in heaven that made us come to the world as a form of Rehabilitation?

The world sometimes feels like diaspora. Maybe the story of the prodigal son is just a hint of how we were living in our former lives.

The beautiful ones are not yet born

This statement makes so much sense right now, because it feels like the oxygen takes away the beauty and whatever beauty in us fades away with time. Some are granted an early bail and don’t have to complete their life sentences. You’ll wonder why they’re celebrated when they leave here. The celebration happens because we all know that we came from somewhere better. So death is the only ticket back to that destination. Why do we cry then? Probably the flesh being sad because it won’t see the person in that same form again or even at all, Because of our different destinations. It’s every prisoner’s dream to leave the four walls of prison. His/Her exit comes with mixed feelings – Some have become so used to the Prisoner being around. That surviving in the Prison without him/her looks impossible. The others would be genuinely happy that he won’t have to suffer the misery of the prison life anymore.

Emotions come with taking this oxygen, which complicates things but somehow makes being here interesting. Prisoners over time, get emotionally attached to the prison system and strive to make their stay comfortable. You’d understand why leaving the institution will be difficult and why they dread leaving there (I guess life institutionalises us all)

There’s a feud going on between the flesh and the soul. When the flesh lives in comfort, the Soul cringes and becomes gloomy. When the flesh suffers, the soul becomes happy and makes the flesh depressed giving it reasons why ending the intake of oxygen is a good idea. Basically, the flesh wants oxygen but the soul wants the flesh to stop taking it so it can go back to the paradise it came from.

But no matter how much comfort we get from here, it’s still a test. We’re to be tested and fight for our exoneration. Our results will be released when we stop using this killer drug – Oxygen.

But what do I know