Conceptual Piece Three

By Late Night Writings

Move again, reinvent again, become again, be again, begin again. Time passes so quickly. I feel like I only spend minutes here and there, before leaving again to start my life somewhere new. Even with all the time I have, I still achieve nothing. I have infinity, but I still feel like there’s not enough time for me to get anything done. There are things I’ve wanted to do for hundreds of years and I still haven’t done them. I don’t have a good excuse for why I haven’t. I never have had a good excuse and I never will have one. Thousands of years from now, I will still not be doing what I want to and I still won’t have an excuse for why I haven’t. That’s just how I am and it’s how I always will be. Truly forever, I will be lazy and inadequate. I haven’t explored the world. I haven’t gained an expansive knowledge of all things. I haven’t learned to play every instrument or even one. I have lived hundreds of lifetimes and I have not done anything that is worthy of even one.

Isaac Day, Infinitus Denizen 108, the one and only young of the immortals, aged to just 23 years; inaugurated to The Society of the Infinite in 1403 under the Oath of the Commoner.