Would immortality be a blessing or a curse for the one who has it?

My opponent will argue that immortality is a blessing, a chance to experience all that life has to offer, to learn and grow without end. But I stand here to tell you that immortality is, in fact, a curse. Imagine an eternity of watching everyone you love wither and die, of outliving civilizations, of carrying the weight of countless memories and sorrows. The world will change, and you will be a relic, forever out of step with the present. The sheer tedium of existence would become unbearable. What meaning can life hold when there is no end, no urgency, no natural cycle of birth and death to give it shape. Every joy would eventually fade, every discovery would become commonplace, and the pursuit of knowledge would become a hollow, endless endeavor with no ultimate conclusion. The very things that make life precious – its transience, its challenges, its finite nature – would be stripped away, leaving an empty, eternal void.