This day, he manages to wake up. He looks up the
window. It is very dark. He likes that morning. In fact, He likes all mornings.
It is silent… serene. He is so refreshed even though he does not sleep much this
day.
His eyes fly to the wall where he put a mark every day.
He looks away immediately.
Only he knows that he does not believe in that day.
“Why do we have to celebrate our lives in the 365th day? The 100th
day will be catchy, though”, he mumbles.
Anyway, the force is too strong. It is hard for him
not to follow the others on this. His memory resurfaces. He remembers that he
has set his biological time at 50. It may be faster, but it is okay for him.
Anytime is the same.
This day marks the half of his time.
He gets up and sits by the side of his bed. Thinking.
Random memories have just shot him in the head. He remembers moment by moment
of his life as if a short film that recurs in a loop. His life seems to have
just begun. It is only a blink of eyes. He is born, he goes to school, he
graduates and there he is. He wants to drink more water of life.
At the same time, he is so weary. He feels that he has
been living for centuries. He experiences everything. Sadness, pain, disappointment,
betrayal, happiness, love and emptiness. He has reached a point on a highest
mountain, unable to look up or down due to the fog. He is too tired to continue
climbing or get back down. He is not desperate. He
is satisfied.
He wants to stop, lay down and sleep again. Alone. Forever.
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