Day 1 to live and write.

What if I had only 100 days to live?

What would I do to make each day matter?

As I pondered this, I realized that writing makes me feel most alive. To pour thoughts onto paper, revisit them, understand them, make sense of the chaos. Before I leave, all I want is to read my own memoirs.

If the world were a program, then God must be the programmer. Maybe He perfected the basics. However, along the way, He struggled with this function called human beings. They are so complex that even data structures struggle to comprehend us. And now, there’s a new release: AI. Something so close to human that it feels like we’ve finally understood ourselves. As the world tries to perfect itself with each passing iteration, we adapt, evolving through our own cycles.

Life is one such program. Even when we share common classes, each of us runs differently, branching out in unpredictable ways. God must be having a really hard time managing all this complexity.

Day 1 ends. It leaves me with a thought. If I can write my own story, I can better understand the algorithm of my own existence.