I will never forget the date, July 25 in 1969, when I was human. Before the miracle happened, I was an angel. The life of perfection was nothing to be desired, which made me feel nothing. You might wonder why I chose to be fragile, humble and mortal being. I wanted to be alive, so decided to be human. Thanks to my decision, my life altered forever.
As an angel, I was omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. I myself was the perfection. But it bothered me one day. Though everything had been changed, I didn't care and wasn't interested in anything. What is worse, the creatures in this world wouldn't be bothered whether I was there or not. I 'set upon a golden bough to see lords and ladies of Byzantium of what is past or passing or to come' but nobody paid attention to me. I couldn't feel the concept of perfection or happiness since it was the same - perfect and happy. I was never desperate. After I realized it, solitary and boring heart fluttered in my heart deeply. I wanted and needed a change to make me totally different from what I was. That's why I became human without hesitation.
As a human, I felt uncomfortable at first due to a entire transformation to a weaker creature. I couldn't fly as my wings disappeared. I was devine no more. Nevertheless, I was satisfied with my condition. I became alive, felt vivid and thanked things given to me. I seized my day and would be satisfied like 'skunks, that search in the moonlight for a bite to eat.' Although knowing I would sail to Byzantium some day, I would enjoy my life, 'caught in a sensual music.'