I have lived a nearly immortal life, where and when is a very long story.
And then, I woke up.
The price to pay seems immeasurable. The thin line between control and loss of control. Suddenly, everything came crashing down, causing my mind to become chaotic. I realized that having the ability to be immortal means being cursed. In the end, as I rubbed my eyes, I was haunted by the fact that time had passed and I could never get it back. Watching each life pass by in just a blink of an eye.
Born and die, that’s how it should be…
I’ve been floating through the stars, slowly accepting my own impossibility.
Everyone keeps talking about immortality being a gift from the Creator, but watching family, friends, relatives, or even fellow human beings, one by one, die, then sink into oblivion, is like a death sentence for those left behind. Then I reached the point where there was nothing left. Both literally and metaphorically.
I wonder where the light is in the vast cold blackness?
It turns out that the meaning of life simply revolves around having something in this world to think about. The helplessness pushed me further and further to the brink of despair.
I’m afraid.
The pain tormented the biological human being who was already not strong enough to cope. There’s no getting around the fact that one day, there will be no one left to tell who is who.
Time heals, then destroys.
Perhaps I’m imprisoned in the space-time between dreams and reality.
Dear Creator, you must be afraid too, when you finally find out that you didn’t create anything.
People always talk to themselves. I also monologue.
That I can hardly find my way back.
And yet it moves.
Day One (Interstellar Theme) – Hans Zimmer
