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There has always been something utterly romantic about the thought of living happily for as long as time permits.. It seems to be innate that we are propelled to fully appreciate something that may at one point, cease to exist. I love the fact that one day the curtains will close and a determination can be made if the life I led was the best that I could make it. Living eternally may just perpetuate a sense of emptiness, that you haven't, can't, will never do/accomplish enough. Like you wake up the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that thinking, 'what now'.. Hell sometimes I find myself doing that now, and I know for damn sure I won't be living beyond 60. I guess the point is, I eventually would like to die.
To the elixir of youth/life, I shall remain sober.
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The hardest thing is to be honest with yourself, especially if that means completely redefining the world you've come to know.
Don't look too hard, I'm right in front of you.
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