Life is strange. At times I think, what if I was a millionaire? What if I was a billionaire? Would I be the same person I am right now, or would I become someone else pretending to be me?
Though I was born in a middle-class family, I often wondered, what if I were a millionaire? If I had been a millionaire, what would I have done differently? What choices would I have made? The whole question revolves around who I would be, rather than who I should be.
Capturing my dreams, living for my dad and mom who really struggled for me, I always wanted to buy a home for my dad and a jewelry set for my mom. You can see, it’s a billionaire speaking, not the middle-class one. In reality, I could never buy a home or a house. Both were impossible, because I had nothing to pay or was not willing to pay.
It’s easy to figure out by now that in real life I couldn’t do either. But that’s not important. You’re with me in my dream world, and in that world, I’m a billionaire.
I have a few friends who were not good in their studies. They struggle with work. Since I’m a billionaire, I own a company where they work with me, not under me, so there are no disputes or harm in the relationship. But yes, I’ll make sure they’re with me, because the world is not kind to them. They will get their salary, they won’t get fired, they will be decision-makers, and they won’t have to worry about anything.
I don’t like believing in a world where there are no dreams, where there is nothing beyond “reality.” I know many great leaders and people in this world were pragmatic and not fictional, but something still connects us, and that is emotion. Emotion is not materialistic. It’s not tangible, something you can touch or hold. Yet it’s an invisible force that keeps everyone connected. And I am part of that.
The moment you lose emotion, or any immaterial part of you, then you become inhumane. I am connected with my friends, a few close ones, to be precise. They are there for me, and I will be there for them, subject to my limitations. But when it comes to my friends, my siblings, my wife, and my kids, there are no conditions.
I imagine a world where everyone lives in peace. I believe in the role of the great Supremo the Eternal, and I believe I am part of that. I can hear the sound of police sirens, the sound of an ambulance at the same time. I can hear a child crying in grief, in pain, in hunger. I can hear a mother crying for justice for the abuse she suffered. At the same time, I can hear a mom crying out with hope and desire for her children’s future.
I know that for every dream there is a price to pay, and I am paying that price more and more. But I know one thing: I will rise to glorify the Eternal Supremo whom I acknowledge as the one who strengthened me when I was weak, who rejuvenated me when I was on the edge of ending my life. I am no longer feeble. I am something to be reckoned with.
To all readers of this world: keep up the good work. Acknowledge that you are not here by accident. You are part of a plan. You may call it Cosmos. You may call it Eternal. You may call it Force. You may call it anything. But I am grateful to the Real Supreme for everything.
The world of AI, fifty years from now, will try to replicate Supremo. They will try to replicate your morals, your intention of becoming a good person. But let me tell you one thing: you are not a component of binary. You were made by someone. By a man and woman who decided they would have you or by something beyond what humans can ever anticipate.
You are a force, undeniably powerful. You can create, you can replicate, you can be an alter ego. But never forget: you are the original.
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