One day we will all be nothing. We will continue carrying on about our daily, miserable lives until one day, we've vanished. I'm not talking about mass extinction, although we never know, that could be plausible. I mean, we all have to die one day. No one likes the idea of death and having to experience that grief of losing a loved one but it has to happen. Nobody can live forever, you might live to be really, really old but one day your number WILL be up. We can't escape our fates. I know I have already made a post similar to this but it came up again with some girls at work, I initiated this discussion actually... It started when I told them that I had taken these life and death calculator tests or whatever you want to call them. I started actually looking up how much alcohol it would take to get me intoxicated but somehow I ended up on these different sites, asking me to answer lifestyle questions, then giving me predictions about what age I am most likely to die as a result of the answers I gave to the questions. I completed a few of these "tests" and they all pretty much said that I will die in my 70's, ranging from 72 to 77. I told the girls that and said I can handle that, that's enough time to be alive. My friend was like "What?! No!" and then something about wanting to live forever and what if you knew the exact day and year you'd die then you would be counting down the years. That still never changed the way I feel. I don't know, maybe that is just the pessimism or something talking, but I don't care to live forever. When it is my time to go, by all means TAKE ME, JESUS! I can't hold on for forever. Also, if I should happen to die in my 70's, I would hope that I had lived a fulfilling enough life in those 70 something of years.
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Olliesdad
3/3/2015 04:17:11 pm
What's the point of living forever anyway the world would really be overcrowded so 70 yea that sounds nice
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