Observation of The Fates 2

I’ve lived my life ten times already. Oh, don’t be so shocked. It’s honestly quite simple. Every time I pass away, I’m born again-same childhood, same parents, even the same wife.

I did, in one of my lives, try and switch it up, but the horrible thing was that I simply missed the same old, same old, and reverted back to the daily routine I had in life number one.

Now, why do you think I keep coming back?

Unfinished business? My soul refusing to pass over? Or maybe the afterlife simply doesn’t want me.

I don’t know why it wouldn’t. I’m honestly the nicest person I know.

Even though I live the same life over and over, the interactions I have are always different. Even the behavior and personalities of my parents and wife-they are the same familiar faces but not the same people, if you ask me.

For nine of my lives, my wife was lovely-very caring and always supportive. But in life number five, she was a monster, really gave me a hard time. And one night, I caught her with my brother-the biggest shock I had. The anger filled me with so much rage because I honestly thought she was the most loyal person in the world.

I decided in life six I was going to see if she did it again. So, on the same night, I came home at exactly the same time, sweating right down to my toes. I was ready this time. I opened my red front door, walked up the stairs, and opened the bedroom door, ready for the shock.

But it wasn’t what I thought.

It was my wife, in a beautiful black dress, hair done to perfection, candles everywhere. Honestly, I thought the house was going to catch fire.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” she said so romantically.

I had completely forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. I was so caught up in the moment.

We went out for dinner that night and had the greatest time.

That life, my brother lived in France as well, so even though it was the same life, little things were different.

Why do I keep living? Do we all live life over and over, and I just happen to remember?

Or is there a task I need to complete? Who knows.

In every life, I always had this man live near me. He was Japanese-a man in a suit, always watching me. Wherever I went, he was always there, in the distance.

I decided in life three to confront him.

“Why are you following me? Who are you?”

He looked me dead serious in the eyes and said, “I know about you.”

He gave a wink and walked away as it started to rain.

He opened his black umbrella and turned around.

“We will talk again… well, in a few lifetimes.”

In my latest life, I decided to become a doctor. I’ve tried everything else, so I might as well give this a go. I was actually very good at it.

Later, in my tenth life, I was asked to travel to Japan for medical research, to help find the cure for serious illnesses.

I remember sitting beside this young girl on the plane. She didn’t seem interested in talking-a bit ill-looking, if you ask me.

I ordered a strong coffee with a small drop of whiskey. I hate flying-just to settle the nerves.

Halfway over the Pacific, I remember huge turbulence. The plane began shaking left and right really badly, lightning flashing on all sides. I thought we were done for. I held on in the brace position, only to look over and find the girl unconscious. I grabbed the oxygen mask and placed it over her mouth and nose.

Suddenly, just like that, all was calm. Sunny skies, not a cloud in sight.

What happened? Just like that-is it over?

I remembered-the girl! She was still unconscious. I quickly grabbed my small flashlight from my right shirt pocket and began bringing her round. The shock on her face clearly told me she had some crazy dream.

I spoke to her the rest of the way, and she told me about her dream. I couldn’t get over the detail she gave me, as she was only out for less than five minutes. Dreams really are interesting things.

As the plane landed on the runway, I felt that sense of relief. I made it.

I said goodbye to the girl and wished her well on her journey.

As I was walking through baggage claim, I decided instead of taking the bus, I’d get a taxi. I had a hard flight. As I waited at the rank, a beautiful black car pulled up in front of me.

Oh, I have to go in style. I quickly got in.

“So, where to?” The driver spoke-in English.

“Wait, you speak English?” I was so shocked. Not many cab drivers speak English here.

“Oh yes, Doctor Fredrickson. I speak it well.”

“Wait, how did you know my name?” I remember sweating. How does he know me?

The cab driver turned around, looked me right in the eyes, and said-

“Remember me?”

It was the Japanese man from all my lives. I couldn’t contain myself.

“Why are you here? What do you want this time?” I shouted and even tried to grab him, but his reactions were so fast. He threw me back into my seat. I heard the locks of the doors shut loudly.

The man turned around and started to drive his car out of the airport. Where I was going, I couldn’t be sure.

“Now, now, Doctor Fredrickson. We are going to take a short drive.”

“Where are we going?” I asked in a low tone of voice. I was too scared to challenge him again.

“Oh, you’re heading towards your final destiny,” he told me.

We started driving for a long time through the beautiful Japanese countryside. I almost forgot I was being held hostage-it was simply beautiful.

A short while later, I saw this graveyard coming toward me.

His car began to slow down and eventually stopped right outside the gates.

Why was I here? What could this be?

“Take a walk through those lovely grounds,” he said. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

I wasn’t causing any more confrontation, so I quickly got out and walked towards the gate.

This man wants me to come here… but why?

I opened the gate and walked right up the middle path to the very top of the graveyard. The air was very cold, and the clouds-greyer than grey itself. I remember it starting to rain when I found them.

I got to the top and saw ten graves.

I looked closer. With devastating realization, every single grave had my name on it.

All my lives are here. What is this? What is going on?

I then felt a presence behind me, a hand touching my left shoulder.

I turned around and saw the Japanese man.

He looked into my eyes and said-

“No more lives, Doctor Fredrickson.”