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Life, at least for me, has reached a cyclic nature. Things seem to play themselves out like a song on a loop; the same intro, the same crescendo, and ultimately the same nostalgic ending. An ending which somehow leaves me craving more. Yet, regardless of how many times the song repeated itself, I continued to love that melody. So I ask myself, "If I must relive me exact same life an infinite number of times, would I happily do it?" And almost always my answer was no. But then on a different day i ask "Can I accept a reality in which I cannot make others smile? Does my kindness not count for something? Do I not wish to love for the first time or for the last time, again?" Never had I answered "yes" so optimistically. It maybe a cocky ideology, but I feel my life has impacted others; much like others have impacted my own. Living for others. Is that not reason enough to relive an infinite number of times?
Or, live life, if you prefer the proper word order.
Every life impacts another, so I do not believe you are being cocky in this belief. And yes, it is enough to life live a thousand times over.