Renaissance

​I remember, I ate the food forbidden by the human species: another human. Each piece of meat was chewed by my teeth and molars, then swallowed like the greatest delicacy. I remember that the one I ate was my mother, it bothered me that she always beat me until I bled, forced me to be a servant of other people, and especially, that I left without eating until I passed out for a week. It was something I suffered and it happened, but I could no longer regret it, hunger is an instinct, it's known that no dog would hesitate to eat you if you have not fed it for months, even if you are its owner, the damage or love received will not matter it will eat you. From that day and others more counted, I became something else. I traveled through several worlds.

In the world of the demigods, characterized by envy and jealousy, I didn't attain enlightenment. That's why my iris was colored with a black tint, and I died to be reborn in the human world, characterized by doubt and attachment. I wandered through that world being known by a "disease" never seen before, nicknamed the boy with black eyes. But I kept falling into the same mistake and did not attain enlightenment. Now remembering and keeping a record of my steps through each world, I can be aware of the next world that touches me: the animal world, where I hope that the human world knows that I'm also aware, I feed myself and still with all my journey through these worlds, I feel the pain in the depths of my soul, which may end in the hell world.

I'm still looking for a way to not fall into that same mistake, to be able to reach enlightenment and balance my past lives.