What if I am...???

Everyone, in their school time, might have written an essay on “What if I am…”.

The most common suffixes were to be a President/Prime Minister, Teacher, Engineer, Doctor, Soldier, Actor, Singer, Bird, Umbrella, Tree, etc., and it was my most favorite topic ever, as it used to spark those imaginations and dreams within.

When I chose a topic to be a Prime Minister, for that moment, cutting off all what it takes to be behind, I was living that moment.

(Note: Never am I encouraging inaction for achieving results, as if one really seek to become that, then one needs to put in the real work required for it.)

My intent here is just to tap into those imaginations and dreams that get locked as we grow into adults.

I know a few might be very skeptical about this; in fact, I too was. But, recently I came to know about one fact that

As per the Cognitive Tradeoff Hypothesis proposed by Tetsuro Matsuzawa, suggests that during human evolution, we traded superior short-term/working memory (like chimpanzees have) for enhanced complex language skills, allowing for better social cooperation and information sharing — a fundamental shift from immediate environmental tasks to symbolic communication and planning.

In short, we were always taught that in order to gain something, we have to trade off another, and even we ourselves start thinking like that.

We experience the world classically, but its underlying physical nature is quantum like.

Can’t a scientist be a good athlete?

Can’t an athlete be a good singer?

Can’t a singer be a good politician?

And as this thought really inspired me to start something out of my zone, as I may never have won the essay competition, I may never be a Prime Minister, but what it takes to dream as neither dreams have any boundaries nor any tax to pay for that thought.

What suffix did you use in your school essays?

Do you still remember it..

With that thought, let me share you my essay below:-

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No one has seen me be born, nor can anyone claim my death.

I look different to everyone. Someone see me as a god and worships me, while somebody see me as a source of energy. Most of them wait to see my rise, while others wait for me to set soon.

For some, I am fire, and for some, I am light.

I am not pessimistic, but my burning keeps all alive.

I am a common interest for everyone, as they rely on my existence, irrespective of color, creed, religion, borders, irrespective of living or non-living, whether divided species of humans, animals, plants, even the oceans — everyone needs me.

I am the only spectator who has seen every one of you and your existence, or I am the unique model that continuously produces energy through nuclear fusion, where hydrogen atoms fuse into helium under extreme temperature and pressure.

I release enormous energy without burning fuel like fire.

A small amount of mass within me is converted directly into energy (E = mc²), which has kept me shining steadily for billions of years.

They are still finding the mystery of why my outer atmosphere is hotter than my surface.

I have dynamic magnetic fields that can disrupt satellites, GPS, and power grids on Earth.

I maintain a perfect balance between outward pressure from fusion and inward gravitational force.

I emit neutrinos that pass through Earth almost undetected.

Many of you in the past or present have worshipped me as Surya, called me the eye of the universe and the source of life through hymns, rituals, and the Gayatri Mantra. Some even say that great kings were my descendants, Ikshvaku, King Harishchandra, or Lord Rama, a divine authority of righteousness (dharma) and royal legitimacy. They called me Surya as one of the Adityas (solar deities) that represent truth, order, and cosmic law (Rta) in India. Somewhere around 2,700 to 3,000 miles away by air, Egypt holds a somewhat similar belief that I am the sun god Ra, a supreme deity. Pharaohs were believed to be sons of Ra, and I represent kingship and divine rule. Stretching 6,000 miles farther by air to Japan, I am the goddess Amaterasu, and emperors claim descent from me. I am central to identity here (flag = rising sun).

Moving further 6,000 to 10,000+ miles to South America, I am the god Inti. Inca civilization rulers considered themselves my children. I am worshipped centrally in governance and festivals. Passing 7,000+ miles to Ancient Greece, I am the god Helios, later Apollo, symbol of light, reason, and order. Let us move 4,400 to 4,800 miles to China, where I symbolized imperial power and cosmic balance, with the Emperor seen as a mediator between Heaven and Earth.

I have shone over this land for millennia, and in your stories, I am many things. In the ancient Zoroastrian songs, I am Hvare‑khshaeta, the radiant sun that gives life and warmth to all. You call me Mithra, or Mehr, the bringer of light and justice, celebrated in the festival of Mehregan. I witness your longest nights, yet with Yalda, you honor my rebirth, and with Nowruz, you rejoice as I return to bring light, growth, and new beginnings. I watch over your kings and heroes, and in the Lion and Sun, you have captured my strength, my radiance, and my eternal presence. I am both your witness and your lifeline, the silent force that unites your skies and hearts.

I am sustaining everything, and I know everything, except one thing, why my children are fighting and why the differences exist. Am I not a reason for each to unite? Or am I not essential because I supply energy, stability, and environmental conditions that make your planet Earth habitable? Without me, life as you know it could not exist.

I doubt you are truly my descendants, for the nuclear energy you flaunt as a source of power for destruction is the same energy I use to nurture and create life, yet I never flex over that power.

What if I am a Sun ☀️...!!!