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Daily Prompt; No Longer a Mere Mortal

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You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal. Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? How will you live life differently, knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LONGEVITY.

The first thing that came to my mind when I read this is thin. Please let me be thin forever. Don’t let me ever have to worry about what I eat. Let me have sugars, sweets, eat two helpings of anything.twiggy banana splitbanana split

Let me be beautiful. Let all men who look my way never be able to take their eyes off of me.beautiful lady

Let me be rich, let me never run out of money. Let me buy all that I dream of. Let me lay in pools of gold.TREASURE_CHEST_s

Then I began to think how selfish I am. Is this really going to make me happy?

Is this going to make me content for eternity with no purpose in my life?

I doubt it. It is a dream that we wish for, but not for a life time.

How would we learn from life without lessons? How could we smile when the only one we gift is our self?

I believe we would grow bored. There would be no nothing. An empty box with our face plastered all over it, but no smiles to look at.empty box

Eventually we would become lifeless. We would just want to curl up in our coffin and die early.coffin

We need things to work for in our life. We need goals, we need to stay busy. We need to know that we can create goals and accomplish them.

We need to be able to look forward to the next day, month and year. We need to help our neighbors, be there for our families. We need to love life.

Yes, having everything for a while would be a dream come true, but hard work and a reason for living would make up so much happier.

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Picture it & Write, Nov 11, 2012

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He had spied, and he had been caught. Thrown into a dark man-made hole in the ground, with no windows, no guessing what time it was, only seeing a hint of daylight shining through one crack, left behind by the carpenters who made the entry door into the well.

He had sneaked in too close, trying to capture a story for his boss,  and had  been seen by one of the guards on the roof. The guard shot at him, letting a dart enter his body full of sleeping potion. When he awoke, he was in the dark hole.

When he got lucky, he was thrown some garbage down the hole and this is how he learned to eat, as there was no escape,and he swore to himself he was not dying here, like this.

Sometimes he was let out of his pen, and his face was covered, so that he could not recognize anyone, and then he was forced to be the main entertainment of the day, being passed around the group of guards, and when they were bored with him, they would take him back to his hole, and before dropping him back into his familiar darkness, they would take off the head covering.

While these terrible scenes played out in his head, back at home, news had traveled that one of their journalist had been captured, and work was being done for his rescue. The tortures continued daily and sometimes more than once a day, when the guards drew restless. The captured now laid in vomit, as he had been tossed one meal, and when he began to chew the unrecognizable food, he felt something stirring in his mouth, and he put his fingers into his mouth, and pulled out some sort of live maggot or worm. He immediately vomited and vowed to never eat again. The food that was rotten in the beginning, could rot even further, before he took another bite.

This did not last long though, as his stomach caved to his back from starvation and growling, and his weakness grew. He learned to adjust by touching and feeling each bite before letting it enter his lips.

One night as the guards had played too much with the prisoner, they were found asleep on the job by two rescuers. The prisoner’s business associates had their own armor and hit the guards in the head, knocking them into temporary sleep, long enough to raise the floor door and pull their buddy out.

The found out too quickly that he was weaker than they suspected, and so they told him who they were and they drug him through tall grasses, escaping all eyes, and once they arrived in open areas, they picked him up by the shoulders and drug him to the helicopter waiting for them, and took him to the hospital where he was examined and given IV’s to help him gain his strength back. He was given blood tests and x-rays, and fortunately all tests came back with no permanent damages, and he did improve within a couple of days.