Every once in a while, I find myself thinking, I have been putting so much effort into my life but what if it is to end anytime soon? How I wish I was immortal! More often than not, I daydream so much that I get the complete insight of my wish. And I suppose that’s what I’m trying to do here; I’m exploring my journey as an immortal man. Immortality, as it comes to me, means I am to live in this world forever. It means that I can do all I like, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that I will have the luxury to do everything I like. I will have the time to explore the countries I love, but to do that; I must have the money to travel. To earn money, I must come back to reality, i.e. to work and earn. But again, with a lifetime until eternity, I’d be able to earn enough money to do anything I’d want. If I were immortal, I would learn everything that fascinates me. To name some, I would go on to become a decent pianist, writer, dancer, swimmer, and there’s more. I would master every field I can put my heart upon. I could just become the man that I dream of becoming. I’d stop being obliged to my parent’s and the society’s idea of success and lead my own life. I’d do what I want, just the way I want. My quest to becoming a global entrepreneur might lead me into travelling to different countries and I can know the lifestyles of the people living in different parts of the world. Well, I could go on and on. Man, I would have limitless potential. But, if I give a second thought to the concept of immortality, will it make my life really joyous? My life has a deadline and I try to live my life to the fullest within that time frame but when I realize that I will never be bailed out by time, will I really be more productive and enjoy my life? I can’t say, because the next time my alarm rings, I can snooze it by any time because I will not have a time limit. Would time actually be relevant at that stage? I fear that I’ll, at some time, be a person with no purpose, because I will not have to fear the end. Being a sensitive and really emotional person, I fear solitude along the way. The fear of every person I know is going to die and that I will be left alone. It’ll be really hard to soldier on from that point. I fear that I’ll live a miserable life. And I cannot free myself from this world because I’ve been cursed by ‘immortality’. Writing on this topic for about 3 hours now, I finally came to realize that immortality does not lie in ‘not dying’ but in ‘living every minute with a purpose’.