Nothing lasts forever.

That's the most important universal law that encompasses the world we live in. Through existing, every sentient being will come to recognize the inevitability of their end, and with that emerges the wonder of what comes after it. Heaven? Hell? Nirvana? I believe them to be merely idealistic conceptions born as a coping mechanism when we realize what we’re truly facing. The unknown.

It is my firm belief that every other aspect of human life spans from that core concept, from that core fear. Why do people do what they do? Whether it be the pursuit of power, honor, knowledge, or simply giving birth to a next generation, it is all in pursuit of immortality. Aware of our own fugacity, we wish for some vestige of ourselves to remain in this land, for we don't know if there’ll be a next stop in this journey called life.

Since times immemorial, we have come to terms with this law. We have embraced death as an intrinsic part of living, and fearing death is equal to fearing living itself. Fearing that you didn't live enough, that you didn't strive for enough, and that death will prove your existence meaningless. We desperately search for a purpose, but is there really one?

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Whether our name is carved in stone, or our great grandchildren carry on our legacy, they are but a spark of a candle in a windy torment that is chaos and inevitability. It's but a whimsical action of us to try and immortalize ourselves through these means, for they won't last either. And now we go full circle, we recognize the universal law that governs everything that ever lays foot on this plane. Everything dies, nothing lasts forever.

Then what is the purpose of life? The answer comes naturally, and yet we refuse to accept it, no matter how clearly one states it.

There is no purpose.

If everything that ever happened disappeared, it wouldn't even matter if it was there in the first place.

So, is that it? Am I meant to be another castaway in an endless sea, swimming in one direction hoping to find land, when nobody knows if there's land in the first place? Am I meant to find solace from the fact that I'm dying in living a life “worth living”? Doing so feels like lying to myself and finding beauty in it. “You must be kidding me.”, Is the normal reaction one would have, it all sounds like some sick joke, doesn't it?

Nobody should be able to accept that… I can't accept it, I REFUSE to accept it.

However… if there was a way to undo this law, to break free from this fate… That would be tantamount to giving meaning to our lives, and would definitely be a dream worth pursuing. That's what I truly think, from the bottom of my heart.

I'm determined to see this to the end, even if it costs me everything else. As long as I'm immortal, nothing else matters.

Nothing else.