when I see the movie doctor strange “the multiverse of madness”, I found interesting dialogue there :
“If you knew there’s a universe where you can be happy, wouldn’t you go there?” asked Wanda, who had transformed into Scarlet Witch to doctor strange. that dialogue blow my mind at that time.
Then I ask Gemini AI, what’s multiverse? and he answer
The multiverse is a hypothetical idea that suggests our universe is just one of many universes that exist. Think of it like a giant collection where each bubble or patch is a different universe, possibly with its own unique set of rules, laws of physics, and even histories.
In simple terms, it’s the concept of multiple realities existing alongside our own. These other universes might be very similar to ours, or wildly different – we simply don’t know for sure.
Are we in same home in another multiverse?
Is one of those questions that often pops into my mind and often distracting me while I’m on free time.
Ya, people have a hypocrity on their own include me
I’ve told many times that I’ve don’t know you, moved on, continue live, chasing what I want etc etc, even to other people I’ve said the same thing. And even though I never said it outright to you, I’m pretty sure you must have heard that “we both continue our own life right”
But ya reality sucks, I don’t even know what’s the people caming from? maybe the multiverse concept was born out of people being dissatisfied with their lives in their current universe, and I’m not hypocrit I feel that way too.
Imagine a universe where you are living a life that mirrors your really want. In one reality, you might be surrounded by loved ones, laughing and sharing memories, while in another, a simple choice led to separation and loneliness. The thought that there exists a version of you living a different life, perhaps happier or more fulfilled, can be a haunting reflection.
In this alternate world, you may have pursued a passion that you abandoned in this life. Perhaps you became an artist, painting sunsets and capturing fleeting moments, while in this reality, you chose a stable job that pays the bills but lingers in the shadows of your dreams. The contrast is stark, and the sadness of unfulfilled potential weighs heavily on the heart. shit 🙁
And somewhere, in the infinite stretch of possibility, you might still be there. Smiling, laughing, calling my name from the room like nothing ever changed. In another multiverse, maybe we never argued that night, Maybe I held your hand a little longer. Maybe you stayed.
The idea of the multiverse is supposed to be comforting. Scientists say there could be countless parallel universes, each playing out a different version of our reality. If that’s true, then surely, in one of them, we got it right. In one of them, you still love me. In one of them, we’re still sitting on the same couch, under the same place, watching our favorite movie for the hundredth time, talk about daily routinity or news happening outside.
But here—this version of reality—I am alone.
What breaks me is not just your absence, but the knowledge that there might be a world where you’re not. That somewhere out there, a version of me is holding you tighter, saying the right things, never letting you slip away, never make you sad or miserable, treat your right, have a same religion as you and valid as human hfttt 🙁
And I wonder… can that version of me feel my sorrow? Does he feel a tug in his chest, a ghost of the pain that lives here in my universe?
I still walk through the city that your dream of, still busy 24/7 as always. I checked my phone pass by the photos, the memories frozen in frames, moments that feel like they belonged to someone else. I ask myself: if the multiverse is real, does that mean those memories live on forever in other timelines? Is there one where we bought a home, study, cooked, raised our cat and dog, grew old together?
I imagine us in that universe. You’d still say “are you sleep well last night” in the mornings. I’d still talk to you about everything haha. We’d still talk to each other. I try to hold on to that image, like pressing my hands against a window I can’t break through.
But the glass is cold. And the truth is, I’ll never reach that world. I’m stuck in this one, this lonely version of our story. sad right haha 🙁
So I ask again, not really expecting an answer:
Are we in the same home in another multiverse?
And if we are…
Do you miss me there, too?
Are we happy there?
Or like Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness
“there is no single universe that reunites us, because in every universe we are the same”
So I lose you in every universe 🙁
PS :Source image from facebook.com*This article helped created by AI machine to help me learn writing for IELTS preparation*
