Life is endless.
Life continues.
Life is an endless continuing cycle.
When I was young, a mortal child suffering through depression, I thought all that was a mere myth. A story parents told children so they'd sleep better at night. I was naive and immature.
Now, I know the truth behind those words. The reality held within. I know from experience.
I sit here now, in my secret forest clearing in the great forest of Olympus. In this clearing, flowers are in bloom, the sun filters in, baby animals learn to take their first steps and a clear blue bottomless pond sits like a jewel under the sun.
It is here that I write this story. The story of my life, my autobiography, a fictional story to all that will read this. I do not write this story, I speak it. It is meant to be heard. It is meant to be spoken. I speak and my words flow onto the parchment in perfect golden writing, my 'handwriting', it would look like. Written without the use or need of a pen.
I plan to give this to mortals, although I'm not sure how. I may tell this story again to a young writer, a writer with great imagination, and the means to express it in all ways that she would like to. Or, I may leave this parchment somewhere for that certain writer to find, then share to the world. The way I want it to be shared, the way I want it to be written.
But with that, I sound selfish. It shouldn't be like I want people to remember me, I laugh at the thought. No, it's too late for memories. I erased all of them already. Which all leads me to think, with this story, what do I really want? I want someone to feel special with this story, I want it to inspire and influence at least one person to go for what they really want in life. I want to know that the life I lead as a mortal, although now forgotten, was not lived in vain, was not lived to be meaningless.
This story, revolving around the day I turned 16 years of mortal life. A time when many young mortals feel a sense of maturity, of growing up, of being important. For me, it means a whole lot more. The starting of a destiny that must be fulfilled. A destiny that I would want no other way, if I had a choice.
It takes me a longer time to write the ending passage to my life story. Mostly because I have chosen to think about the life only I remember, only I know of, and think about from every angle I see possible.
And now, I come to ask myself if I am happy about the way I have lead my life, the paths I've taken, the choices I've made. I think if I would have been happier doing one thing different, knowing that it is impossible, even for an immortal to turn back the hands of time. I may have erased memory, but the past is still there. I have thought about, what would have happened if I had not dodge in front of that bullet to save Alex, giving up my mortality for his, if I had chosen to let people remember and morn me instead of erasing memory, if I had just easily crossed over to the Summerland and given up the chance to be a Muse, a Goddess. If I chose not to become Alex's Guardian Angel. But, now I can easily say no. Everything I've said, done and thought, were all done for a reason, a good reason to teach me all that I know now.
Now, I stretch out my back and lie down on vibrant green grass I can feel. Immortal grass, always in full bloom, I stare out at the clear blue sky and the sun that I can feel light heat caressing my face, but not hurting my eyes.
To answer my final question: am I happy with my past mortality, am I satisfied to finish this story on this positive note?
I used to always ask myself that, questions in a similar sense, I'd answer them one way then later on ask myself again and realize that my answers have changed. I never was sure, when I was mortal, if I would be happy with how my life would lead in the future, and led in the past. Ironically, now, in my second life phase, I can finally give myself an answer that will ring the most perfect note of truth and love and that I can carry with me.
Am I happy? Am I satisfied?
Yes.
"In the arms of the Angel may you find some comfort here."
