Wonderful Day-to-Day

I want you to do something... Picture in your mind, your most ideal day, and think of all the events that you long for the most. Would it be similar to your current days? Or would it be so monumentally different that analogizing it to your life in the present would be like comparing the suffocating darkness of the new moon to the radiant light of the sun on the Summer Solstice? Perhaps you envisage your desired reality to be an intermediary between the two? A life akin to your own, accented with a few poignant alterations? Your bonds with your kin and comrades could remain the same, but you could be blessed with the occupation that you desire more than anything else, a wealth of currency that could never run dry, or even a shift in your personality, in your emotional processing, to render the confines of your mind more comfortable... The possibilities are both fascinating and endless. 

If I had to choose, I believe that I would change nothing. A humble choice, modest to the point of suspicion and speculation, but a choice that reflects my true feelings. 

A life exactly like my current one, where I am able to enjoy this day-to-day life to its fullest, without ever worry about running out of time or losing those whom I care for... Yes, such an existence would bring me great bliss indeed, if only it were reality. However, the real world, both the continuum of time and the expansion of space, cannot be substantiated endlessly. Such is the truth of this world. 

However, I find simple joy in the bounds of time. As a vampire, my lifespan is far longer than yours, but it is by no means indefinite. I believe that an endless existence is a pointless one. It is said after all, that eternity and an instant are weighted the same atop the scales of time. If you were to, for example, achieve immortality, as many wistful fields and fools alike may desire, then the difference between a minute, an hour, a day... Years, in the hundreds of thousands, tens of millions, billions of trillions... It makes no difference in an endless flow of time. The confines of time, the limitations therein, are what bring meaning to tearful moments and halycon. ...I don't wish to exist in a world where that meaning has been exterminated, lost to the ends of space like piteous light travelling on a hopeless pilgrimage from a long-dead star.. I refuse to exist in a world like that.