Wonder why the human lifespan does not average
more than 77 years (Google helped me here)!
There is so much to see: nature in all her mysterious, fantastic splendour. I find it quite unsettling if a person breathes his last without setting foot on the extreme latitudes and longitudes and all those exotic places in between. That would be such a bummer!
Not to mention seeing, watching, living, and experiencing the lives of the countless clans of people that makes up the human race. There are so many cultures out there, ethnic people to befriend and many others waiting to be known—million secrets to unearth, mystical stories to share, fabulous cuisines to taste.
It took me close to three decades to partially understand the person I am. I am sure there are thousands like you on the same page here. It would still take two more decades to find out what I am really made of! Between the ignorance and revelation, I would have lost those pricey 20 years of my life to marriage, children and work. I would become a wise octogenarian with the deepest regret of not having set out on a grand adventure and making my life more exciting during my days of youth. In the end, I die, say somewhere between 70 and 90.
Dang, where was the fun part? Those 70–90 years are just not enough for me. Add to this a generous dose of good health.
There is a whole world out there waiting for every enthusiastic human; I need not prove here that our life years would hardly suffice in any way.
Cynics might mock me at the very thought of extending human years—is there not enough hatred, violence and vendetta in our world to escape from? I agree. There are too many of those baneful happenings around the clock, but only for the weak and soulless human to succumb to. Perhaps it is time for every cynic to ultimately accept that life cannot be cocooned within the confines of human weaknesses and rigid boundaries. It has to be left loose—in order to form a full circle, in order to feel being complete. Still others might point out that I am not ready to embrace death—a silly, alleged prejudice for me to cling to the possibility of extending the human lifespan. To them, I say "You all are exceedingly mistaken." Death is one thing, life is another. Every second could be your last. Why not live it? Why not shelve all the hatred away and enjoy while you can?
I honestly envy the immortal jellyfish which can practically NEVER DIE. I am still amazed at the thought of this creature without a bracketed life. It possibly exists forever. Is it not wonderful that it can metamorphose itself to the infant stage once it reaches maturity? Maybe, for the jellyfish I am standing on the greener side of the grass. Maybe, it does envy my mortality. I assure you that I am not rooting for immortality here, but definitely an extension of life years—to explore all possible places, people, food; to eventually breathe my last and to be at peace that I did what I wanted to do, that I did not waste my time confining myself to the limited geography of my abode, that I did venture out and sought my own grand adventure.
All it takes are some extra years!
There is so much to see: nature in all her mysterious, fantastic splendour. I find it quite unsettling if a person breathes his last without setting foot on the extreme latitudes and longitudes and all those exotic places in between. That would be such a bummer!
Not to mention seeing, watching, living, and experiencing the lives of the countless clans of people that makes up the human race. There are so many cultures out there, ethnic people to befriend and many others waiting to be known—million secrets to unearth, mystical stories to share, fabulous cuisines to taste.
It took me close to three decades to partially understand the person I am. I am sure there are thousands like you on the same page here. It would still take two more decades to find out what I am really made of! Between the ignorance and revelation, I would have lost those pricey 20 years of my life to marriage, children and work. I would become a wise octogenarian with the deepest regret of not having set out on a grand adventure and making my life more exciting during my days of youth. In the end, I die, say somewhere between 70 and 90.
Dang, where was the fun part? Those 70–90 years are just not enough for me. Add to this a generous dose of good health.
There is a whole world out there waiting for every enthusiastic human; I need not prove here that our life years would hardly suffice in any way.
Cynics might mock me at the very thought of extending human years—is there not enough hatred, violence and vendetta in our world to escape from? I agree. There are too many of those baneful happenings around the clock, but only for the weak and soulless human to succumb to. Perhaps it is time for every cynic to ultimately accept that life cannot be cocooned within the confines of human weaknesses and rigid boundaries. It has to be left loose—in order to form a full circle, in order to feel being complete. Still others might point out that I am not ready to embrace death—a silly, alleged prejudice for me to cling to the possibility of extending the human lifespan. To them, I say "You all are exceedingly mistaken." Death is one thing, life is another. Every second could be your last. Why not live it? Why not shelve all the hatred away and enjoy while you can?
I honestly envy the immortal jellyfish which can practically NEVER DIE. I am still amazed at the thought of this creature without a bracketed life. It possibly exists forever. Is it not wonderful that it can metamorphose itself to the infant stage once it reaches maturity? Maybe, for the jellyfish I am standing on the greener side of the grass. Maybe, it does envy my mortality. I assure you that I am not rooting for immortality here, but definitely an extension of life years—to explore all possible places, people, food; to eventually breathe my last and to be at peace that I did what I wanted to do, that I did not waste my time confining myself to the limited geography of my abode, that I did venture out and sought my own grand adventure.
All it takes are some extra years!
