Better than forever.

I wonder. How one should define forever. If I live for only 80-some years, maybe that’s  my forever. I sprang from nothing. And perhaps return to nothing. Time would cease for me.  An existing world would become irrelevant.  For me. Chances are. There are millions of other worlds. Scattered throughout the cosmos.  And life will go on. For the living. With an entirely different cast of characters. From those that existed when I was alive.  Soon, there will be no one left from the 19th century. Makes me wonder. If the creator. Has the option to move back and forth in time.  Or if the creator died long, long ago. By committing suicide.  Because that seemed a better option than living forever. --Jim Broede