Life
Life is a strange thing, sitting here at age 24 I know that, barring any absurd advances in medical technology, I statistically won't be here in 40-60 years. I think it was sometime in my teens I became morbid, and was horrified of this fact. Now I'm not so much afraid, but the thought still makes me feel sick to my stomach and sometimes it is one I can't turn off. I know we all die, being born means you have to die. I don't believe in any meaningful sense of reincarnation or an afterlife.. that is to say if there is an afterlife the experience must necessarily be so fundamentally different an experience that if "I" were in it, I would rapidly cease to be "me", so much so that for all intents and purposes "I" am dead regardless.
Some people instead take comfort in living on through the memories of others, this isn't really living on though,
and it's also incredibly short. What were the names of your grand-grand-parents? What about their parents? Chances are you don't know, and even if you do you probably don't actually know anything about them. To be fair you never met them as I never met mine.
I also point out that any advance akin to what I mentioned above won't actually help. Living to 200 isn't any
better per sey, only profound increases substantially alter our temporary experience.
What is someone to do? What CAN someone do? I didn't choose to be born, because there was no me to make
such a choice. Now that a body has been born and become me, I simply don't want to die, at least not anytime soon, but, much like being born, that isn't a choice I get. Which is fine, but how do I get that feeling out of the pit of my stomach then? How do I enjoy my life and the events in it amidst nihilistic knowledge?
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