If I have learned anything from my unnatural years, it’s this: only a fool wishes for permanent youth.

I know how it feels to live forever. I know how it feels to just keep going and going without a sign of aging while those around you slip quietly to death’s call.

I cherish life just as much as anyone, as it is a beautiful, beautiful thing and should be respected. Simply, you can have too of a good thing. Like dessert, for example. It tastes wonderful at first, melting in your mouth with ease. However, after a short while, it starts to get a little too sweet. You start to feel sick, and the more you force down, the more queasy you feel. Finally, you have to give up and push your plate away.

Believe me, I know.

It’s glorious to live. But to keep living is nothing less than a curse. It’s like waking up fresh with the sun, excitedly anticipating the new day. You make the most of every hour, finding something good in every minute.
But as the sun completes its journey across the sky, you tire and look forward to the moonrise and all it brings: peace, calm, and rest.

But it never comes.