One Life to Live

Eighty years. How can it be such a long time to one, yet pass in the blink of an eye for another? I cannot help but think about this as I sit alone, the stars just beginning to appear in the darkening sky, one of the only times I can find to myself. As with all Elves, I am immortal, but it leaves me wondering, is immortality really a gift? or is it only a curse in disguise? To love a Man, that is a dead end road. For they are but mortals, doomed to die. And some even blessed to it. To love a mortal always means grief in the end. There is no way around it, no matter what way to look at it. Even if they could go to Valinor, death still awaits them; even in the Undying Lands.Ironic, it is not? You may say death is an option, but is it really the solution? So in a sense, the Firstborn may have the "gift" of life, but would that become tiring? Never having the final release from pain, worry, grief.life. Even so, there are two sides to every story. Getting to see a new dawn every day, be it for better or worse, sharing the laughter along with the tears, just living is enough for some, enough for most. With every darkness comes a light, with every storm comes a rainbow. And tell me, how do the dead experience this? They know neither happiness nor pain, laughter nor tears. So now tell me who are the cursed. Or even still.is neither cursed, yet neither blessed?