The world we live in is full of responsibilities.
When we're children, we enjoy life without worries, forming relationships we later call friendship, love, and family. But as we grow older, we start to see the world for what it truly is—mysterious, unfair, and driven by power and wealth.
Those born into privilege chase their dreams with ease. But for the rest of us—the so-called "middle class"—life isn't about chasing dreams. It's about survival. It's not that we lack intelligence; we lack awareness of how the world really works.
Let me tell you my story in that world... and how I was reborn into magical world.
In my first life, I have no regrets. I fulfilled my responsibilities. I was the eldest son in a family of five member , my parents, my two younger sisters, and me. I was a gifted student, always scoring A+ grades. But that brilliance came at a cost: isolation, pressure, and a complete lack of real-world awareness.
The turning point came when I was around 17 or 18. My father died in a road accident, killed while crossing the street by a drunk, wealthy boy behind the wheel. The boy never apologized. Instead, he blamed my father, saying it was his fault. He showed no guilt. Why would he? He knew the system would protect him.
And it did.
The police accepted money. The case never reached higher authorities. They told us it would, but I knew better. Justice, it turned out, had a price we couldn't pay.
After that, our financial situation collapsed. I quit school and found a full-time job to support the family. Every night, after work, I studied coding on my own ,through books, online tutorials, anything I could find. Eventually, I became good enough to be hired by a company that paid well.
With that income, I arranged my sister's marriage and fulfilled my responsibilities as a son and brother. I never married. I feared that if I did, my mother would be left alone.
When I turned 37, my mother passed away. With her gone, my world fell silent. There was nothing left for me,not even the dreams I once had to chase.
I had lived for others, from the beginning to the end. I had no regrets... but I had never lived for myself.
Overworking, sleepless nights, and endless stress caught up with me. I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital.
Lying there, I felt my life slipping away.
"If I could have one more chance..." I whispered to myself. "One more chance, I'll chase my dreams. No matter the hardship... I'll fight. I'll make them real."
I didn't want to die , not like this.
As my eyes grew heavy, I heard voices of my sisters crying, their husbands speaking softly. I couldn't make out the words.
But I felt it... their sorrow, their love.
And then... darkness that darkness begins to more darker and darker
after that I can't see anything but the darkness that's not fading.