Eternity.
Life.
Death.
All words that get used rather frequently, but rarely ever considered just how big the meaning of these words are. It's incredible how the human mind can put a name to these huge concepts. All can be described using the other words, such as, death can be considered not living. Living can be considered not dead. However, both life and death can be described as eternal.
But eternal is one of the hardest concepts that I have ever had to ponder on. Eternity is equivalent to timeless, it is forever. But how can something be forever? We see life everyday, whether its in ourselves or in the nature around us, but life has always been eternal. The same could be said about death, but most would rather not think of such a sad concept.
I, however, find death to be beautiful and something I yearn for. For I am, eternal.
I am not a God, not even close. Nor an angel, demon, ghost, or anything that most would think of as eternal creatures. I am just a simple human that was somehow born with the inability to die. I still age, at a much slower age, but I can't die. As far as I have learned anyway.
But lets get back to the sad and beautiful concept of death. This is something that while I have never experienced myself, I have seen all my loved ones experience it. Especially, the one that I bound my heart to.
He was, or should I say is, the most wonderful human I have ever met. He was also cursed by eternity but in a much rather different way than myself. My beautiful love has had to go through many lifes as every time he dies, he gets reincarnated. Sometimes he remembers me, sometimes he doesn't. But everytime, I search for him and when I find him, I dedicate my life to him. Over and over again this process continues.
Sometimes I don't manage to find him and it takes maybe one of his lifetimes or two before I find him again. Sometimes I find him as a teething infant. Sometimes a hormonal teenager. Others, as a cranky old man. But everytime, no matter what he needs, I am there for him. Whether he needs an adult he can come to and hold him when he's had an eventful day at daycare, a lover he can share a house and bed with, or a youngster to help when he can not move around as easily anymore.
I am always dedicated to him.
But recently, I feel as though maybe my curse is ending soon. As everytime I get injured, the healing rate slows down more and more, while my aging is speeding up. Which is why I am looking for him now. Considering the time he died last time, he should be 7 years old right about now.
Maybe, I will finally be able to live my life out with him this time, if not hopefully soon at the least. I am rather tired of having to see my angel die time and time again while I can never join him in those shallow graves, after all.
Hopefully I can finally have a life with you my beautiful love.
