Suppose....

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What good is it living life as though you are only a heartbeat? A heartbeat which beats according to the same rhythm everyday from your first breath to your last? Do you expect anyone to remember who you are before you fall to your demise? Will your demise be tragic at all?

Suppose your life was "paused" and you were grabbed by a reasonably well-presented individual (obviously with a remote control). You notice that he is holding a small notepad and pen which he then offers to you. With a puzzled look on your face, you simply revert your gaze back to him. He looks back to the scene in front of you and presses the "rewind" button on his remote control. When you look back, you notice a small little baby lying down and starring upwards. You observe the scenery around you and notice someone who looks similar to your parents. As you observe the family interaction, you suddenly realise that this little baby is you. Having never seen yourself as a baby in action, you pay keen attention to the movements and the appearance of the baby.

Suddenly, the scene is "fast-forwarded" to the day you said your first word. You notice the environment and your appearance. You observe the reaction on the faces of those who heard you and this causes you to experience some sentiment.

...See where I'm going with this?

.... Now write your story... In technicolour!!
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