We humans think we're intelligent and smart, which isn't wrong, but we are also very wasteful. Wasting time, wasting resources, wasting life.

  I was a regur 21 year old man living in New York City. I went to work at my office job at a tech company, I went home to my meager apartment, I slept restlessly throughout the night, and I did it all over again. I was average looking and average height, I was kinda chubby, but that was from ck of exercise because I was always tired. I had some athletic talent but never had the motivation to use it. I lived this way for years, wasting my life away.

  Heading home after one particurly uninteresting day at work, I decided to take a detour to bring some variety to my day. I got some street food from the local vendors, talked to people on the street, and grabbed a few knickknacks. A rather frivolous waste of time one might say, but enjoyable nonetheless. After a while of exploring I decide to head home. As I reached the cross walk I see a young boy trying to retrieve a ball. I look to my left and see a truck heading right this way. I freeze, normally I'm no martyr, but I was feeling good at the moment so I called out to the kid and said “Hey! Get out of the way kid!” The kid stands up with the ball in his hands and stares at me like a deer in the headlights and says “huh? What?" The truck was approaching quickly and I don't know what came over me, but my legs moved on their own, and I ran for the kid, and pushed him out of the way. I don't know if it was my ck of exercise, or just me being antsy, but I was unable to stop, swapping pces with the kid. I look up and see the truck just feet away from me. I sigh and mumble under my breath “aw well, thats some bull-” as the truck smmed into me, sending me flying. Time slowed and I could see the blood spray off me as I smmed onto the ground, feeling my blood pool under. All I could think about was that all I did was waste my time, my resources, and now my life. If only I could get a do over, or a restart. I could make better decisions.

  I open my eyes and my vision is quite blurry, in fact I could barely see anything, but I could hear voices. It seemed that they were speaking to me in a nguage I don't understand. As my vision cleared I saw that I'm being carried by a woman. That's strange, it should be very hard for me to get carried that easily. My still-blurry vision was bothering me, so I decided to rub my eyes, and that's when I saw it. My hands were small, baby-like, that's when I realized that I was reborn. I got my second chance. So I cried, not because I was scared or anything, but rather now I have to grow up all over again.