The one constant from the time we are born to the moment we start trying to stay young is that everything is always changing. Everything is "er" but it's all positive "er". You know what I mean - we grow bigger, stronger, smarter... Then we reach this stage of life in which the "er" starts to work against us - we're older and weaker. Our memory is shorter... we suddenly want our possessions to be cleaner and newer (some sort of compensation?)
I saw a documentary the other day on people trying to fight the process of aging. They talked about extending life 10 maybe even 20 years as if that were a good thing. Thing is... I don't think it is a good thing.
Do we really think living to 150 has any upside? Even if I could stay 30 years of age what's the upside. What makes life worth living is that it's bracketed by birth on the one side and death on the other.
Please don't get me wrong, I don't have some sort of death-wish - it just seems to me that everyone who spends their life trying to extend the end of their life ends up wasting the only life they have... the present.
"Bob" exercises 4 hours a day and takes enough vitamins to choke a horse... really? That's living?
"Julie" eats the nastiest looking food for breakfast and the skimpiest tasteless supper imaginable... How is that life?
I'm not suggesting we shouldn't take care of ourselves. I'm saying there is a line when focusing on the future erases any benefits in the present and so life ceases to be life. We have the moment! I don't have my 150th birthday... there is no guarantee. I have this split second... and this one... and this one... why should I kill the joy of this moment in the hope of securing even one more?
I gotta run... life is waiting on me.
Just my 2c..
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