Kundera writes about a Universe in which we are re-born on different planets as us, with all the memories from our past lives, and this, this is just the first one.
When I read that I couldn’t fall asleep until 4am, because I wanted to tell you about it. I wanted to tell you that we’ll be OK, one day, lifetimes from now, on a different planet, we’ll be OK. So it’s fine that we fucked up, because see, it’s not really a fuck-up, it’s a lesson, and we will be re-born, one planet wiser and we will know not to make the same mistakes. And sure there’ll be different fuck-ups and new hurts and mistakes that burn anew.
But see, we have forever, we have infinity, so chances are at some point we’ll get it right. At some point I won’t hurt you and you won’t break my heart and resentment won’t be the death of us.
Imagine - there is a planet, somewhere, far away from here, where one day we will be happy. There is a planet, somewhere, where you ask me to stay and I do, where we have a life together - where we have kids, and anniversaries, and we argue over the dishes and PTA meetings. There’s a planet on which that will be enough. A planet where you won’t yearn for other people, and I won’t yearn for freedom. Or maybe we will and we will accept that and love each other anyway. Maybe that’s the point.
So think about it this way, there is a planet, far away from here where we are wise enough to trust each other’s love.”