On days like today, I wonder if I’ll make it another 10 years.
In my single digit years, I never pondered my own demise. In my teens, I wanted to be immortal. In my teens and twenties, I acted like I was immortal, feared nothing, pushed beyond my limits with everything, and challenged Death. My thirties have seen me fatigued, mentally and physically worn out, and a focus on my children instead of me; mortally has different meaning to me now. For my sake and theirs, I hope that I am in the middle of my life and not at the end.
Ahh, mortality.
I used to want to live long enough for technology to make us effectively immortal. Figure its bound to happen sometime, but I’m not interested in being on that train.
I kinda figured that I’d have more of, if not a death wish (and not talking suicide, but just kinda tired of all this), but its quite the opposite.
“My thirties have seen me fatigued, mentally and physically worn out, and a focus on my children instead of me; mortally has different meaning to me now”
Guess that about sums it up.
I’m pretty sure Ray Kurzweil has predicted immortallity in the next 20 years or so. Only the weathly will have it of course.