If you asked me a week ago, do I think human life lasted longer than it should, I would fervently claim that it does not. There are people who are willing to live a short and happy life but I have always been different in regards of the extent of human life. I have always felt that the years go by too quickly and I have yet more to learn. Surely our given time of less than a century will not be sufficient for all that we could learn from this world. Rooted deep in my existence, I have always known that there is a task of importance patiently waiting for me to realise. I just don’t know what or when or how. My first 3 decades flew by without any incidences of importance. I progressed according to any normal human beings would but yet every year, I could feel as if the earth is shattering beneath the very ground I stood upon. My patience began to thin and I needed to find out what was happening to me. Time became my nemesis.
Of course then, I didn’t know what I know now and I have been given a choice. A choice between living an eternal life or living as mere humans with limited years. When I said I have been given a choice, it is not with immediate effect, only in due time. Nonetheless, there will still be a choice. Right now, eternal life is my only saviour.
