Immortality: Blessing or Curse?


Our lives on this earth are so short, so inappreciable, so insignificant
and we are but drops of life in the river of time, flowing in the path
which fate has chosen for us. There is no way back, no way to return
to the beginning, and as the river flows on, our youth is taken from us,
stolen by the light-fingered bandit that is time.
The drop of your essence will dry up, and be replaced by another life,
as insignificant as your own. Death is not a procrastinator. When your time has come, nothing will delay your quick removal from existence, and you will be nothing more then a memory.

But, if Death could be cheated, would this be a dream come true, or an unending nightmare? An eternal continuation of pointlessness, and an ever growing feeling of emptiness. Being imperishable would make one no less irrelevant. Existence is incomprehensible, unfathomable, inexplicable. Immortality would only make this enigmatic puzzle all the more abstruse. An unceasing reality would only remove what little meaning in life their already is.

Becoming a particle flowing down Fate's stream, without any purpose, or final destination. Being cast adrift, to endure greater mental anguish and suffering then any mortal could ever imagine. Being beyond any chance for freedom, any hope of salvation. What is often wished for is not a utopian ideal, but rather an unending torment, no better then Hell itself.

So is immortality a blessing or not? Many people have been intent to find a way to make their life continuous, and many have wished immortality be theirs, but I suggest you be heedful what you wish for, and read carefully what I have said, for it may be your key to escaping eternal damnation.

I shall wrap it up, in this final verse
My conclusion is immortality is a curse.


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