An Essay By Gina I. // 10/19/2017

PRESS TO RESET THE WORLD. The button was rather smaller than I expected, simply marked with a paper sign. Would it be worth it? I wasn't sure. I didn't expect to be faced with a dilemma like this on my way to work at 6 am on a Thursday morning. Especially on a Thursday. Thursdays were null days- they just happened. Nothing happened on a Thursday. Ever. I was getting side-tracked. Looking around at the people rushing to and fro in this coty, I wondered if I was the only one who actually saw the button. I probably looked crazy just standing there, beside the crosswalk as it continued to change from WALK to DON'T WALK, whether or not anyone was there. The cycle continued. WALK. I stared at the button. I lost track of time, floundering in the tangle of thoughts and possibilities. "Should I press the button?" I wondered as DON'T WALK echoed in my brain.
I'd always lived a simple life. I don't usually have enough money for everything I want; sometimes I don't even have enough for everything I need. It was good though. I was healthy, for the most part. Early arthritis was an issue, but I still walked to work as often as possible. I didn't always enjoy working: I'm a baker, and if all I did was bake, I would be satisfied. But the older employees, whether or not they knew anything about baking, constantly gave me grief over what I did, complained about my lack of work, and tried to tell me how to do my job, even though I was the one who kept their baked goods from burning when they'd step outside every 30 minutes like clockwork to smoke. I wasn't often happy there, but some of the employees were the best people I had ever met. Resetting the world might mean I lose them all, but would it be worth it? To finally be free of the terrible coworkers, but lose some of my closest friends? I wouldn't remember, of that I was sure, but I wouldn't remember anything if that were the case, and to lose everything I worked so hard to gain was almost unimaginable.
But I wouldn't remember, a small voice told me. I would wipe the slate clean, start again, maybe on a different path. Would I have a new family? Perhaps. Would I have an entirely new career to dream after and chase? I wouldn't know unless I tried, but what if it ended up being worse than what I had? What if I did remember?
"What if I'm tired of who I am right now?" A few people turned toward me. I realized I spoke out loud and avoided their gaze, embarrassed. As the crosswalk turned to WALK and those around me moved on, I started moving away from the button. My spoken question returned, knocking more insistently on my mind. "I am tired." I turned around, stepped back toward the button. One, two, three steps, and I stood in front of it again. I didn't hesitate.


I like this! Neat idea. I

I like this! Neat idea. I wonder if I'd push the bitten if it were me...

Damaris Ann | Fri, 10/20/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

The real question

Should I continue the story?

Gina I. | Fri, 10/20/2017

insert something inspiring



Damaris Ann | Fri, 10/20/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

I don't think I could've

I don't think I could've pushed the button. I love my family and friends way too much, even with all their faults. (and mine) =)
However, you have a very interesting idea with this story, and I look forward to seeing more.

Libby | Sat, 10/21/2017

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper


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