Imagine waking up one day and realizing life’s giving you a second run, a chance to redo it all. Crazy, right?
Sebastian Falk didn’t just imagine it. He’d already lived a whole life, one that wasn’t anything to write home about. He had worked, struggled, and ultimately died of a heart attack at 49, leaving behind a life filled with missed opportunities and lingering regrets.
But fate wasn’t done with him yet.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in a hospital or the afterlife—he was in a whole new body, decades in the past, trapped in the form of a one-year-old child. And this time, he had something special.
He wasn’t about to let this shot slip through his fingers. Screw the doubts that held him back before, the hesitation that kept him up at night, the endless spiral of “what if I’d done things differently?” Nope, not this time.
He decided right then and there: he was going after his dream of being a pro footballer. No half-measures this time—just pure, stubborn hustle, a fire that wouldn’t quit, and whatever weird edge he’d been handed in this new life. Who knows? He might just end up one of the best to ever step on the pitch.