[ WP ] A common housefly has lived for over a year . Making it seem like an ancient immortal compared to the rest of its species . In under three paragraphs write from the fly 's POV or from the POV of an outside observer .

They call me the Seasoned One. I've lived for more than twelve lifetimes. Few last more than thirty-five days, those who have seen the sun forty times are considered ancient. Today marks my 384th sunrise. 
 
 My larval stage passed as most others, unless it was slightly more opulent. My food tended to be more nutritious; I suppose its former owner had an inefficient gastric system. As my 70-odd siblings and I molted, I became one of the largest in our brood, though, if the stories were true, those who had spawned 400 meters upwind in that gloriously overfull heap the humans call *The Dump*, there were flies who could stretch halfway across a *dime* before their third instar. After my metamorphosis, I went about my life just as any other reasonably large housefly would. I mated with as many females as I could, as quickly as I could. I knew I had, at most, 40 days to live. I was wrong. 
 
 Today marks my 384th sunrise. The new generation comes to me and asks, `` why are you here?'' And I tell them, I do n't know why I'm still here. I do n't know why I was chosen to witness the death and rebirth of the world. Who am I to say why the world spins like a wheel? For I have seen the true nature of the world, and it is cyclical. Life dies, arises, dies again. The world, this lush land of bounty and pleasure, has a harshness that none of my people have seen. Not truly. The females sleep during this time, as I wish I could have slept. `` What hope have we then?'' they ask. And I answer: there is no hope but that of the future. You will die and your body will be devoured. But your children, as mine have, will live on, and their children, and theirs, beyond imagining. So spread your seed; till the earth, and plant your essence in it. For when you are dead and gone, and the world has forgotten that you have ever existed, your record will be written upon the earth in the blood of your children.
