Hi guys! This is my first work ever posted, and the very first book I ever tried to write. I'd like some reviews. Please correct any errors you see, but don't be too mean about it - English is a language I've been learning for only two years, so I'm not perfect. I'd just like to know what people think about this piece.
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Many would say I am blessed with the knowledge of the centuries. Others believe I am fortunate to be freed of the burden of death. That I am destined to teach people philosophy and art, being witness of many of the discoveries made, thoughts revealed, and words uttered. But what do they, mere mortals, know about infinity? Absolutely nothing. They can’t experience it, or touch it. They can’t even get the tiniest wisp of it. Their lives are simply too short, too temporary to get the smallest sense of “forever”. How will they learn about it?
Many would say I am lucky to know.
They’re wrong.
I am cursed with the burden of eternity. Cursed, damned, and condemned. What does forever feel like? They don’t know. You can’t blame them. They live in ignorance, oblivious to the world… the true world around them. They don’t know the truth.
Yet there is one thing that is worse than not knowing the truth.
Knowing it.
It’s for the better. If they knew, the world would never be at peace. They would live in constant, never-ending fear. The small capacity of their brains would not be able to hold the knowledge without going insane with dread, terror, and panic. Peace of mind would be nonexistent, and war would be a very strong possibility. A terrible, bloody war, tearing at the last wisps of the humans, ravaging among the bits and pieces left, taking and destroying more.
Instead, they are oblivious. Most of the things they think they know are actually very different from what they think. Who murdered the man you saw on the news? Gangs, they say. What is the force of gravity? Magnets, they say. What caused the war? What causes high tide? What happens when a person dies? They found their own primitive explanations to that. It’s for the better. They don’t know the truth for a reason.
The truth would destroy the world.
They think eternity is something amazing. There are many that would go to the ends of the world to search for it. There are many that would give away the things most precious to them to become immortal. They think eternity is living forever without worries, without concerns, and without pain.
Again, they are wrong.
So what does eternity feel like?
I do not feel physical pain, but I am constantly in agony. I can’t feel the desire for food, but I am hungry. I have the appearance of a person, but I am not human. My life, my existence, is a constant lie. Whenever I make a friend, I pose a constant danger to him. Whenever I like someone, they die quickly. Their lives are so short, for me it’s like the bat of an eyelash. Not that it matters, of course. I never became attached to anyone. We try not to cause ourselves pain.
My body does not need energy, but I am tired. I need not sleep, but I desire it. I desire the rest that comes with it. The peace I never get.
So, do you still want to live forever? Outliving friends, family, and everyone and everything proves to be too much for many of us. And knowing who and what you are…
Why do you search for it? Why do you want this pain, this anguish? Why does nobody understand what this means?
You’re alone. No one understands the suffering you feel, the pain of knowledge that so many want. You can’t do anything about your helplessness. You see things happen, but instinctively, no human being will ever trust you if you try to advise against what you know will lead to destruction. There’s only one question you ever ask yourself.
Why me?
