I’faith I have seen what happens when man or woman wishes for their own immortality. Would I choose to live forever if I had the choice? Ye are always asking questions that depend so much ‘pon perspective. There is something to be said for the turn of the Season, the Wheel of the Year – to go from being Maiden, to Mother, to Crone that has a certain rightness to it. Have I e’er tried to go against these natural laws? Did I e’er desire to cheat death, to gain power that I too, could be deathless and invincible – that with that Power, I coulde in fact make myself a Goddess? I would lying if I were to say that I didn’t. For I did.
Living forever is not just about wandering the Earth in your gross corporeal form until the end of time. ‘Tis a belief that we Wytches hold that when ye pass to the West, ye have gained deathlessness – unless ye choose once again to return to this plane again, as many do. An apprentice alchemist learns it thusly; that the Below is exactly as that which is Above and vice versa. This is what makes the wonders of perfection of the One. Why run from the Truth, that e’en if you pass from this plane of existence,? For there shall be another place, at least as fine, waiting for you with open arms . In that way we are already deathless and are able to “live forever”. Only the short sighted and the cowardly turn life into an endless fear of dying.
No, I do not want to be able to live forever if that would mean to hang on to the ragged threads of the tapestry or my life, if what you’re asking would be by the terms that most would use to define such a concept.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 310
One response to “Would you choose to live forever if you had the choice?”
choose to live forever if
you mean it’s a dream?
wow, and here I was thinking we DO live forever, or CAN live forever… or may live as long as we choose
so here again, I’m the last to learn what others knew for years
… no way I’m buying into it though, in omnia paratus (ready for anything)
but sure, it’s a funny thought to ponder, “what if”
all the time in the world were ours to do as we please
nice, I’d be repeating myself