When I was younger, I felt that I had accepted the fact that I would die and the thought of it didn't bother me at all. Of course, I thought I would live forever, too. Now, as I get older and I really--I mean REALLY--understand that I am eventually going to die, I don't like the idea of leaving this earth. I very much enjoy living and enjoying life, and I don't want that to end, so I am momentarily scared to lose it. I have no qualms, however, about what will happen once I die. I've always been in this thing for the journey. Death is going to be one hell of a journey! (see what I did there? It's important to have a sense of humor )
I'm sure when I get old and closer to my time, I will be much more at peace with the idea of dying. However, as I was having this discussion with Deafbadger the other day, it's possible we will be able to hitch a ride on the immortality singularity express. The average life expectancy of my generation is probably going to be well into the 90s, which many people regularly living into their 100s. Technological and medical advances could continue to progress at a rate that continues to expand our longevity.
Wouldn't it be nice to live 500 years? Maybe in that time I could finally accomplish everything that I wanted. But then again, I always was a procrastinator. . . .
I'm sure when I get old and closer to my time, I will be much more at peace with the idea of dying. However, as I was having this discussion with Deafbadger the other day, it's possible we will be able to hitch a ride on the immortality singularity express. The average life expectancy of my generation is probably going to be well into the 90s, which many people regularly living into their 100s. Technological and medical advances could continue to progress at a rate that continues to expand our longevity.
Wouldn't it be nice to live 500 years? Maybe in that time I could finally accomplish everything that I wanted. But then again, I always was a procrastinator. . . .