Who wants to live forever?
It's something I've often pondered. Could I handle being immortal. To see all those around you grow old and die. To be able to do whatever you want and not suffer the consequences. Of course that brings us to the point of definitions. Does being immortal mean that you're invulnerable also? Or would you survive in seperate pieces if you were decapitated for example? It would definitely be a bonus being invulnerable, but until you cut a piece of you off you'd never know. Personally I'd wait until some horrific accident before finding that one out.
What if you were imprisoned. Could you survive an eternity in a cell? Surely you'd go mad. I guess you could spend a few hundred years beefing up to the point that you could break down walls with a flick of the wrist....then again I've never tried it so I don't know.
No one likes the thought of their own death (or atleast not many do), and it's something that used to trouble me as a child. Trust me, it's not an easy thought to try and get to sleep thinking about. Eventually I just stopped thinking about it and got on with my life. If you spend the entire time worrying about the end, you're going to miss the gooey choclatey centre, so what's the point? I could have saved myself many a restless night if I were immortal, and who's to say I'm not? I haven't died yet. Who's to say any of us aren't?
Of course I'm not recommending that you thrown yourself in front of a train to prove or disprove my theory....that is unless you're on my hate list. But even if you are, think twice, 'cos whenever I get a train, some fool winds up throwing themselves infront of it and if you survive you're in for one hell of a pissed off beating.
So in conclusion, I have no idea if I want to live forever. I'll only really be able to find the answer for that one once I'm dead...and obviously it'll be a bit too late then.
What if you were imprisoned. Could you survive an eternity in a cell? Surely you'd go mad. I guess you could spend a few hundred years beefing up to the point that you could break down walls with a flick of the wrist....then again I've never tried it so I don't know.
No one likes the thought of their own death (or atleast not many do), and it's something that used to trouble me as a child. Trust me, it's not an easy thought to try and get to sleep thinking about. Eventually I just stopped thinking about it and got on with my life. If you spend the entire time worrying about the end, you're going to miss the gooey choclatey centre, so what's the point? I could have saved myself many a restless night if I were immortal, and who's to say I'm not? I haven't died yet. Who's to say any of us aren't?
Of course I'm not recommending that you thrown yourself in front of a train to prove or disprove my theory....that is unless you're on my hate list. But even if you are, think twice, 'cos whenever I get a train, some fool winds up throwing themselves infront of it and if you survive you're in for one hell of a pissed off beating.
So in conclusion, I have no idea if I want to live forever. I'll only really be able to find the answer for that one once I'm dead...and obviously it'll be a bit too late then.
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