Are You Qualified to Live?

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Imagine queuing up in front of a large gate in the sky with a trillion other souls that look like Kibosh. You have a token in your left hand that reads 222222222222. There is no time. There is no body. You are in an application process where a bunch of gods decide if you should get life.

In your right hand is a ‘potential letter’ which shows how likely you are to succeed in life.

Now imagine submitting the letter and getting an instant reply:

Sorry, you are not qualified to live. You can always try later.

Now imagine how you would feel.

You want to know what let you down. You want to know where you lacked. You try to ask them but another soul from behind yells at you and pushes past you. You have to leave.

Thankfully for us who got life there was no such thing. At least, I don’t remember going through anything like that. But I can remember going through a lot of that down here on earth.

There were girls who told me I wasn’t qualified enough for them. There were schools that said the same. Friends, companies, universities, nations, banks, publishers, employers. Each and every one of those bastards have at some point told me I was not good enough. In each of those rejections, I felt as if I was queuing up in front of a large gate in the sky with a…