There could be a universe that exists where he does not have to figure out what he wants to do with his future. Where he has not wasted 99% of his life up until this morning. Where he will not waste 99% of today.
Where he is not self-centered. Where he is a possible source of some positivity to the people in his life.
Where he is a confident human being. Where interacting with other human beings isn’t an arduous task that he struggles with.
Where he is paying true attention to the other person he is talking to and trying to connect with the good in them, instead of just thinking of what smart thing he’ll say next. Where he can keep good eye contact.
Where he has not failed to truly concentrate in all but twenty seconds in hundreds of hours of meditation. Where he is not getting lost in thought in every single waking moment.
Where he is not thinking about using medication, everyday, even though he knows he will almost certainly regret it after. There is a universe where he does not think of sex.
Where he is not afraid of saying some shit that will spoil the 0.00001% chance that some girl could like him. Where there’s even a 0.00001% chance some girl could like him.
Where he has not been scared of talking to his crush for the past 8 years. He isn’t even crushing on her anymore but he’s still afraid of talking to her.
There is a universe where every memory he has of everything he has ever done doesn’t make him think the words “I’m an idiot”.
Where he doesn’t have a high-pitched and throaty voice. Where he can enunciate words clearly when rapping. Where thinking up lyrics to rap is not an insanely difficult task that, once he starts, he won't be able to stop thinking about till he completes the rhyme scheme.
Where he is not bored every time he sits down to watch videos from the programming course. Where every time he starts a video, he doesn’t keep looking at the progress bar to see how long he still has to sit there. Where he reads a book and understands everything the first time.
Where he might not have a compromised brain.
Where he does not dread that he still has to sit down for 1 hour in meditation before the day officially ends. Where he has not failed to sit for a 1 hour session in close to a month. Where he does not not-want to do pushups and squats because they’re too hard even though they will take less than 5 minutes in total. Where he does not delay bathing because he dreads the chill of cold water.
There is a universe where he is not having to restrain himself from seeking validation on the internet, and failing many times. There is a universe where he is a good writer. Where he is even close to being good at something of value.
There is a universe where he has a good relationship with his family. Where he is not causing them to worry.
Where he is not poor. Where he is not ashamed of existing. Where he is not changing pronouns to make shit read like it’s not about him.
There is a universe where he puts into practice all the promisingly useful information he comes across everyday.
Where he doesn’t have problems falling asleep at night. Where he doesn’t have to wake up tomorrow and everyday after to continue to try to improve himself.
The Multiverse theory says a universe could theoretically exist where all of that is the case. It just happens that he exists in the certainly real universe where all of that is not the case. Not cool, but it’s fine.
