Immortality is such a celebrated concept. When I was a child, I used to fantasize about how free and liberated my existence would be, were I immortal. I dreamed about entering enemy lines and fighting like a lion because the fear of death would no more be clouding my mind. There would not have been choices or compromises in my life, because due to the longevity of my existence I would have had all the time in the world to do everything I desired.

But now that I think about it, life would have been so boring if I was immortal. Even with this limited span of life, I most of the time feel like there is nothing to do. Probably the only solace I derive is during the weekdays, when I get to goto the office and atleast blame my office for screwing my happiness. That feels so much better as I atleast have something to blame my misfortunes on. Some weekends are the most pathetic part of my existence. I have all the time in the world but feel so drained out that I don't feel like doing anything. And its my laziness that aggravates the feeling even more intensely. How I wish I've had the company of some active friends, who would drag me along for some adventure.. :)