I was lying in the grass with John, eyes cast above us, taking in the beautiful stars. “If you could be anything other than Human, what would you be?” I asked, eyes still fixed on the night sky.
He glanced at me; I could feel his eyes studying my face. “If I could choose, I would be an Angel. What would you be?”
I felt tears gather at the corners of my eyes. “If I could choose, I’d be Human.”
“Why would you want to be Human?” There was so much shock in his voice, I honestly couldn’t blame him. I don’t think there are many people in the world that would want to be Human.
I gave a small smile and blinked my tears away. “Can you imagine how lonely and maddening immortality would be?”
He looked back up at the sky and said nothing. The thing is, he didn’t know I wasn’t Human. So many immortal beings I’ve met hate Humans because of their “fragility” and “uselessness.” I could never hate Humans, only envy their ability to die. I’d give anything to stop the horrible reoccurring nightmare of living, dying, and living again. Watching the senseless violence, wars, destruction that Humankind and Creaturekind alike have thrown themselves into, I’ve grown so tired, so ready to welcome an everlasting death that just won’t come.
Immortality isn’t beautiful, it isn’t fun, and it’s definitely something that shouldn’t be sought after. It’s odd, Humans are so afraid of Hell, they shouldn’t be, they wouldn’t make it down there. No, Humans should be afraid of immortality, going on forever, tormented by the good and evil inside of them, never getting the relief of eternal sleep where they could finally have some peace.