I know the common sentiment seems to be that living forever is torturous because you are forced to watch everyone you love die. Living forever would indeed cause life to lose much of its meaning. But does the misery of a lonely forever overwhelm my fear of eternal nothingness?
I guess that depends on whether or not I deem the end of our physical bodies as nothing but a one-way journey into the void. If I am to admit even a passing belief in the paranormal, I must also admit that bodily death is not the end of our life force. Whether “death” is the end of life as we know it or the transfer of some energy or soul, that’s a thought for another time.
At the risk of getting too metaphysical, I’ll just admit that eternal life does not sound like a curse to me. I can’t imagine a universe without my presence in it. Knowing that one day, my awareness will no longer exist… it just doesn’t grok. I’ve been told by theoretical physicists to think of death this way: imagine what it was like before you were born. It’s just an indescribable nothingness. I never want to be a nothing again.
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