A Remembered Past Haunts the Future
I have lived and died countless times. I have fallen in and out of love countless times, but not a single time went awry as this one had. I have watched many of my friends and most of my family whither away into nothingness without a tombstone to signify their life. I have witnessed petty men think that they could rule as gods, but they still bleed when a knife is thrust through them.
I have been endlessly stuck in a cycle, causing me to live and die, live and die. Is there no end? The many gods that I've been told of never gave me an answer as to why only me. I've read all the books that I could each time and yet nothing comes to me. I even took my own life one time to see if it would stop the cycle, but I'm here writing this.
Could this really be it for me? An endless life and death? Where does everyone else go? Or are they like me, but their memory isn't erased? Each time I try to find someone who is scared of the world as I am. Every time, they aren't like me. They are scared for a period of time, not the entire lifetime.
I've witnessed the human race annihilate itself. Constant war radiated the land, pushing the humans away. Will my cycle end when there are no humans left or when all the females become fertile?
I've watched as man had created fire, and I will watch as the fire that man had made whittles away. I've watched as man created new technology to ensure life for future generations, and I watched as their creation turned against them, slaughtering their young. A simple fallacy combined with a simplistic error of a 0 instead of a 1 has left their young's remains scattered across the streets. I've watched as man destroyed their creation, and I watched as they built a new creation, only to ensure the definition of insanity.
I've walked the earth countless times, and even the moon twice. I've swum in every ocean, and I've woed all types. I've helped leaders conquer territories, and I was once a ruler myself. I've made man my servant and made them fight each other for entertainment. I have done many wrongs. I have done many rights. I have witnessed everything that is here for me, and yet, for some reason, I come back again and again.
Please stop the cycle. Please wipe my memories. Please. Please. Please.
The next cycle, I will ensure that I cannot repeat another cycle.