Some Things Are Better Left For Dead

I am 18 years old. I've lived about 1/4 of my life, and already I dreading growing old. There's no point in denying it. I. Hate. Ageing. Your memory starts to go, your hair turns grey.. You have to cut down on all the things you enjoy such as; disgustingly unhealthy meals, all-night parties, basically everything you enjoyed while being young. Pretty soon there won't be any pleasures left at all.

From the first breath of air in our lungs, we begin to slowly decay. Worse of all.. Teeth fall out... Deafness... Arthritis.. Decrepitude.. Death... What a way to go. Is it too much to ask, to die with some dignity? What an adventure to look forward to! Woody Allen once said something like " One can achieve immortality through one's words and actions, though I'd prefer to achieve it by not dying" or something like that.

The fact that we all die in the end makes life so pointless. At least the whole 'Get an education then work yourself half to death.'-attitude. Why even bother? You can't bring it with you, and if you think you'll have the time to enjoy it.. Guess again. The material world is such a bother. Naturally I'm still going to strive for the big house with the white picket fence, the 2.8 children and a dog named Shadow. I' don't really think I'm cut out for the hippie lifestyle. But wouldn't it be incredible? If you were able to drop everything, and do whatever you wanted to do. No responsibilities, not a care in the world?

I would most defiantly travel. See the seven wonders, instead of reading about them. I would walk along the great wall of china, climb Mt. Everest (... Well maybe not..) The possibilities would be endless thou! Had we lived forever none of this would even matter, forget everything you know about the down sides of eternity, and just think. What would you do, had you lived forever?

It would most likely get boring after a while, once you've done all there is. But really the sky would be the limit, and we all know there's a whole bunch of sky up there. Alas, this is just some old hippie mumbojumbo. To be honest this whole entreaty sucks.

"We are but children dear, who fret to find our bedtime near." - Mr. Carroll

Forever Means- Green River

Parting Is Such Bittersweet Sorrow

The life I've had, everything I've know since middle school, is changing and most of it's ending. I don't like dramatic changes, I get used to thing being as they are, and even the slightest change can completely through me off-course. The future scares the living daylight out of me. This whole month has been one huge revelation. I'm 18 years old, soon I'm going to have to enter the big world, leaving the well-known, and safe "nest" behind. It's terrifying! I'm going to have to quit theater, I'm going to lose friends, because everyone's going to go their separate ways. may be thats a good thing? I'll find out who I really want to stay in touch with. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? the whole situation is bittersweet, sad for the loss, but excited for the news experience. Or am I? I don't know. Everything is going to be different, It's a completely natural part of life, it's just sad. Everything is ending, and I can't do anything to stop it. I'm not ready! I don't think I ever will be. I'm afraid I won't cut it, that I'm not smart enough, to make it on my own. Getting my own place, studying one my own, being on my own. maybe I just need to such it up, and be a man. Sobbing, won't make it any better. Growing up sucks! I'll just rub some dirt on it and hope for the best.. But what if I fail?

Age Is An Issue Of Mind Over Matter. If You Don't Mind, It Doesn't Matter...

I don't want to grow old, first you're memory goes. Not that I ever had one, to begin with. I'm constantly forgetting things, but okey. First the memory goes. It's always the things you like most that disappears. But only when you can't have it back, that's when you begin to appreciate it enough to miss it.

You're hair loses it's color, turning gray. You have to cut down on all the things you enjoy - disgusting unhealthy meals, and all-night parties. Pretty soon you'll have no pleasures at all, and worse you're teeth start to fall out... deafness... arthritis... decrepitude... death. There's just tons of wonderful things to look forward too.
I don't remember who but someone important, or maybe they were a nobody... Anyway somebody, once said that you could achieve immortality through your words and deeds. Personally I would prefer achieving immortality by not dying. Or maybe not, it would get kind of boring, and without the expiration date there wouldn't be much reason to live in the now, would there? I mean the only reason we do, what we do, is because eventually we die, and we want to live as full a life as possible. Then again death being so endless, the final and last step. do we really want to take it? Nobody really knows what happens after that.

A part of me wants to fast forward five years, while another part just wants to press the pause button... Life should have a remote controller. Lewis Carroll once wrote "We are but older children dear, who fret to find our bedtime near." I think he pretty much sums up my despair. I guess the only good thing about growing old is you'll finally have the time to do the things you wanted to do, when you were younger. Only you'll be to old to do them. Life is screwed up. running from goal to goal, without living in the moment. No wonder death scares us, when we never really lived in the first place.