One-Shots: 5

Immortality isn’t all bad.  Everyone I talk to, when they find out that I am indeed immortal, always ask the same question.  “What’s it like to watch everyone grow old and die, while you stay that way forever?”

The answer itself is quite simple.  Death is another part of life.  And since I cannot die, I am not part of life.  I’m much like a mountain or an idea or an abstraction in that sense.  I live, but I am not alive.  I exist, and I watch, and I learn.  Which is quite exciting in the regard for the pursuit of knowledge.

Which begs the second, inevitable question.  “What’s the secret to happiness/life/love/another abstraction?”

Well, that one is a bit harder to define.  It is much harder to nail down a concrete answer to something that changes for each person.  It’s like asking twenty different men the shade of blue, or asking them what “good” is.  Sure, they all have some base idea of what it could be, but they all differ slightly.  What is true for one person is false for another, and so forth and so on.

But the knowledge that I gleam through the years I’ve lived I do try to pass on.  And the career, the position, which I have in this universe is unique enough that I can help people and educate them on the falling-shorts that they have.

Now what I am to tell you isn’t true for everyone.  Only a few people can see this, mind you.  And the knowledge of this existence doesn’t help anyone see this.  Every so often, for certain people whom fate decides, a door appears before them.  This could be a bathroom door, an office door, a house door, or even a door in the middle or nowhere.

Open the door and inside you shall see me, in my uniform of bright blues and greys, standing beside the wall.  I shall invite you in, if you wish to enter you may, though this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.  If you enter, together we’ll spend a short elevator ride discussing life’s mysteries.  Or personal problems.

Sometimes I have different beings of life in my elevator.  Sometimes I have numerous of the same species.  Sometimes I have a mixed bag of riders.  No one enters the elevator with a clear destination, but they all leave headed in the right direction anyhow.  That’s just how it works.  That’s how it is.  Even I don’t understand the true inner mechanics of the elevator.  All I do is push buttons, and listen, and speak.

Immortality isn’t all that bad.