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?