“Continual Change Preceding Death”

Who would want to be

immortal? For then, you are

no

longer

alive.

You simply exist, and continue existing, and that's

all there is.

There's no point,

anymore. Nothing means

anything, because

in the end,

all you'll have is your own

unceasing

existence, credits

rolling forever, lists of names scrolling by too quickly

for anyone to read, too slowly

to catch their interest.

Life without dying is

nothing.

It is day

without night; meaningless.

Endless sunrise isn't beautiful

anymore, we've all grown too

used to it.

Who would want to be

flawless? For then, you are

no

longer

alive.

You've reached the end, and now

there's nowhere else to go.

You stand

suddenly stricken

at the finish line, wondering why

no one's cheering,

until you look ahead and see...

nothing. For what is there to work towards

anymore?

...

Unless you prefer an

endless,

empty

existence,

wouldn't you rather be alive?