I Might Set Fire to This Later

⭐️ How senseless death.

I wonder if the Greek gods envy us.

Envy our mortality.

I cant imagine a world where as soon as you are brought into this world you are instantly aware of how long you will be here, in consciousness.

In this time you will endure so much.

You will see people down on earth come and go in flashes.

You will pick and choose favorite humans who you learn to love very much and you "mustn't let the thoughts of their mortality grow too strong in your head."

You have been told not to look too closely at the people down below.

You do it anyway.

You get to watch as a baby girl is born.

You watch her learn to walk.

You see such happiness in her parents eyes as she says her first words. Happiness that you wish you could catch and keep in a jar.

You see her go off to school as a preschooler and in the blink of an eye she is graduating high school.

You are so proud and you know you shouldn't be.

You see her grandparents leave her eventually.

Then her parents.

Then her older sister.

Then eventually her.

Oh how you wish you could experience the release that death brings.

But you can't.

Not now.

Not ever.

You have to watch everyone come and go and you only get to imagine the feeling of beautiful sadness as their loved ones mourn them.

You have to watch as the earth gradually becomes less and less habitable and you are unable to do anything to help.

You can only drift through space watching from a distance as a place you wish you could call home disintegrates into ash.

What can you do.