I turned 31 today. It is much the same as 31. But you know, it marks the passage of time. Inexorable time, which eats away life. I've discussed occasionally the possibility that we might live forever. My generation. Stem cells, telomeres... and some people have told me they wouldn't want to live forever. To hell with that, I say. Sign me up for eternal life. I'm quite certain I could go on forever. Ennui? Not likely. Ennui is for the boring.
And I actually think we can do it. I don't think immortality would wreck the world. Plenty of deaths come from accidents, or diseases we can't yet cure. General suspension of aging won't literally let us all live forever.
First objection: overpopulation. I say wrong: the age in civilized countries for childbearing is on the rise. Assuming fertility stays (no reason it shouldn't) with youth, people will stop having children young. Normally age for first child will range from 40-200, or less. General rate of childbearing will drop drastically. After all, you don't need kids to carry on a legacy if you can carry it on yourself.
Immortality aside, it's been a hell of a year. Not really in a good way, but things are on the mend, in most ways. Work is good. Nice people, promising company, good pay, good general attitude (read: do not work employees to death).
There are still a lot of things I miss, or things I want to improve... but the more things get worked out, the more attention that can be paid to the things that remain.
Here's to you, world! At my most optimistic, I have the brightest vision for the future, and I love the world.
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