I keep thinking about it. Keep wondering and making myself a maniac about it. Why do we have to get old? There are breeds of turtles that can live over 300 years. But humans, if we're lucky, crank out 60 really good years. Because honestly when you think about it, we don't start "living" and appreciating life until MAYBE high school/college. Then the years at the end of our lives are not so great, depending upon the genes you get dealt. Shitting your pants, memory loss, broken bones, etc.
So, starting at age (insert your "start age" here) what kind of life have you had? Will you have? Now this does not apply to everyone, OBVIOUSLY. I have a Great Aunt at age 98. My Father is going to be 75 this year and is in great shape. Save the cancer. Twice. Broken hip, dislocated shoulder, screw driver up the nose, catching his nuts on a flagpole cleat while trying to catch the flag before it hit the ground, both knees replaced, and light one kidney. And now potentially an issue with his bladder. Other than that, he is on point! Sharp. Funny. Quick. And one of the most brilliant you will ever encounter. Not only by his intelligence, but a human soul. An artist. A great beacon if you will.
Whilst on Staten Island today, driving along Richmond Avenue, my mom pointed out that the snow had this sheen to it. That nothing could get through it but a jack hammer from all the snow/ice/melt/refreeze. I told her it reminded me of meringue. A Pavlova dessert, all glossy and pretty with fruit. The snow did have the perfect sheen to it though. Maybe humans could be preserved, or at least live a little longer, and make like a turtle.