Sometime ago, I was asked what I miss about my past.
This may sound overly nihilistic, but sometimes (only sometimes) on days when I’m taking a quiet walk back home after playing futsal, I look up toward the stars and question about the essence of my existence. That is when I sometimes miss not being born at all.
Suffering is an inevitable part of life. And so, if I were never born, I wouldn’t have to think through and experience all the different kinds of sufferings inevitable for humans.
It is not to say that I’m not happy with my life. Far from it, for I’m content. In fact, I can’t even think of anything I miss because I seem to have lost touch with my past. And so, if I really had to mention one thing I sometimes miss, then it would be beyond the past- the point where there would be no illusion of time at all.