This is an interpretation of a diary of an immortal man. In this timeless diary of that person, the pages echo with the weight of endless memories, spanning civilizations, witnessing the rise and fall of nations. As centuries pass, the diary becomes a refuge- a repository of emotions rarely shared in a boundless time trapped in his own eternal isolation. Through it all the diary remains an eternal witness of the sheer human will as he travels through the eons.
12th year:
This year I'm sure I'll join the school volleyball team. They have to take me in. I have defeated Jim in the monthly volleyball tournament. Also, Olivia is a mean little girl. Why does she have to punch me for proposing to her? She is not that pretty anyway. At least I can play on my console all night today cause Mom's at her cousin's. I would definitely finish that ice cream in the fridge, all by myself.
17th year:
Next year, I'll be 18. I will get my driver's license and I can explore the whole country. It's really important. It's been my goal to travel the world ever since I was little. But the circumstances around me are not exactly in my favor. My dad's hell-bent on me joining coaching for cracking an entrance examination for a good college. I have no interest in any field of study. I just want to travel the world and take some beautiful pictures. That is what I want to become, a wildlife photographer. I don't care about how much I'll make. I just want to live my life the way I chose to.
45th year:
Today I met my ex-wife. We talked about our lives in our new families. I can't help but wonder that it's almost been 10 years since she and I parted ways. Also, the fact that I look stupidly younger than all my peers has me worried. My doctor, Dr. Stephanie says that I'm completely healthy but my cellular age is that of a man who is in his late 20s. Guess that makes me genetically gifted. Talking about my family, It's perfect. Steve and Yuri will go to college in a couple of years and then it's just me and Isabelle.
70th year:
I don't understand what is happening. It appears to me that I've stopped aging. In fact, I look younger than my kids. Ever since Isabelle died of brain cancer four years ago, I have been feeling very lonely. This feeling of something pounding my heart with a 1000kg sledgehammer every single time I think of her is killing me from inside.
150th year:
This is officially the day I turn 150 years old. I have confirmed the fact that I'm immortal. I have changed my identity a dozen times by now. I have traveled to many countries and belonged to many families. But here today, I feel most lonely. I have tried to kill myself many times. But no matter what I do, I wake up the next day in bed, completely unharmed. Humans have finally conquered cancer. Cancer now is no longer life-threatening. But Alzheimer's still exists in the world. The other day while I was working my day job as a nurse in a hospital, I saw a patient suffering from the last stages of dementia. He forgets information within 5 minutes of learning it. I can't help but wonder that he and I, we both are very much alike. His timer resets every 5 mins and mine resets every few decades. The human mind has a boundless appetite for information but a limited capacity to retain it over time.
390th year:
I don't remember anything that happened to me in the first 100 years of my life. Even when I read my journal, the experiences seem new and the words seem strange. I've accepted the fact that every single relationship in my life will end with me getting hurt. I have this section in the diary in which I make notes about all my relationships. Apparently, I had 5 sons and 4 daughters at one time and most of them died due to a lack of food and basic life amenities. I don't remember any of it. It's not a boon. Immortality is a curse. A curse so cruel that it even betrays death.
700th year:
This is the year when humans have finally civilized the entire solar system. We have eradicated every single disease. Human life expectancy is now increased to 150 years. The fermi bots implanted into humans slow down their aging. But no matter how advanced the science becomes, the highest a person can live is capped at 180 years. When a person dies, his mind is implanted into a robotic algorithm, so it appears to us that we have never lost that person. They retain old memories and also make new memories. The sense of touch, smell, sight, everything is stimulated artificially. In other words, science has ended the grief of losing someone. Science has eliminated every problem. Life is quite boring now. Every single person has access to the same amount of resources. There is no longer any work to do. The robots do it for us. This is the longest I've ever been with a single family.
1497th year:
Due to human advancements, We have successfully contacted an extraterrestrial species. At first, we thought it was the beginning of a new era but it wasn't long till them launching their first attack on our civilization. We did fight back but it wasn't enough. I and a few others managed to survive and go somewhere els--
12th year:
It's been 12 years since everything reset back in time. It seems to be a curse which cannot be broken. Although I remember what has happened in my last life, it won't be long till I forget everything. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see the same face that transverses countless lifetimes, learned countless lessons, and cherished countless moments. I remember being a wise elder, a painter, and an artist. With each generation, I have experienced love and loss pain stackingly over and over again. I cannot say for how many times I Have lived before nor can I predict how many cycles I have yet to endure.
The burden of immortality has granted me wisdom beyond measure, but it has also granted me the curse of unending sorrow. To watch the ones I love age and wither, while I remain unchanged, is a torment that tears at the fabric of my soul. As I return to the threshold of adolescence once more, I beg the universe to grant me release, to allow me the solace of finality. To know that one day I will breathe my last breath and my consciousness will be free from the eternal chains that bind it.
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