The Unexpected Weight of Immortality

I wished to live forever, thinking it would bring freedom. But as centuries pass, I realize that life’s limits are what make it meaningful. Forever, it turns out, is more of a curse than a gift.

My grandma moved into a retirement home. So I’m packing her boxes. Something shines. I pick it up; I rub it, and poof. 🌬️

The genie pops out, stares at me with eyes like burning coals. “One wish,” he says. “Anything you want.”

I don’t even hesitate. “I want to live forever.”

He smirks. He looks at me as if I made a mistake:

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Me: “Yes god damnit. Who wouldn’t want that?”

He nods, snaps his fingers, and just like that... I am eternal.

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JOURNAL ENTRIES

Day 1: October 30th, 2024

Mood: Ecstatic

I am eternal. Just saying it feels wild. No need to ...