The Blessed Curse of Humanity and Mortality in Reality and Life

An allegorical short story of perspective. It is meant to be read with the reader's own perspective of choice. The story contains both subtle and deep reflective meanings.
It is categorized as spiritual, but I consider it as more of a journey in first person point of view, and does not reference to any particular character or story. It is more related to my personal insight into the general concerns and ideas expressed as the story continues.

*Author's Note*: I do not think it will be a widely viewed story, and I am not intent on becoming a professional 'writer'. I originally wrote it on paper, and I did not have any purpose or intention for typing it up and posting it. My profile on wattpad is not something I usually pay attention to, I have had this account for a few years, and I use it simply because I love to read. Currently, I am 17 years old, and if my memory serves me correctly, I think I was around 12 or 13 years old when I first got my account(my best friend had just moved schools) and the 'My Story' thing on my profile has not ever been updated since, and I don't look at it very often to begin with. Writing, for me, is another form of art that I can use when I can't put whatever "it" is onto paper in a 'visual' form. I enjoy both. If you do happen to read this, please note that I appreciate the acknowledgement, or even the simple glance, and I hope you might enjoy the story. Even if you may not, you still have my thanks for looking.