We were talking the other evening, my best friend and I, and our philosophical conversation on life and its meaning brought us to the topic of cats and their supposed nine lives.
My best friend asked, “As cats have ostentatiously boast of having nine lives, what if people had the same luxury? Would we be able to fix the wrongs and mistakes along the way? Or would we be required to repeat the hell we created in our first life, over and over again, eight more times?”
Ah, that is a good question.
©2022, excerpt from “Musings on Egret Lake”