I do wonder sometimes about whether the desire to live more than 120 years is a vain immaturity. Or if the idea of death being the destiny of all people is a vapid cluelessness about the course of humanity.
Do we seek to live longer because our experience of the world requires and experiencer to contemplate it, and we have never experienced a time or place where we were not the experiencer. Our brains and psyches flinching away from the idea of an end to our experiences. I mean intellectually we know the world predates us, and in many ways we also understand intellectually that the universe will exist after we no longer do. But the idea of not existing can trigger the anxiety of 'being made to not exist'. So we resist the idea, and invent things like immortal souls, and uploading minds into machines and science that will find a way that we won't die, because we really cannot fathom not existing. We grasp that a world can exist in which we don't exist but we still can't quite come to terms with the idea of an end to our existence and how we won't know it, or understand it or regret it or wistfully long for a time when we did exist. We will simply exist temporarily in a time stream and never again. Just like there will never be another April 3 2021 where the things that happened and the weather will never exist again. It's transition from an experience to an abstraction completed, it will never exist again. and we cannot fathom that happening to us, any more than we can imagine a fourth or fifth primary color. We lack the contextual foundations to really grasp our own inevitable transition from experiencing existance, to an abstract consept left behind and anchored to a day that no longer exists.
or are we so simple in the head that we've missed the simple notion that death is a filter we can not only get beyond, but that selection pressures have been driving us toward for all of history. Like life was driven from single cellular forms to eventually multi-cellular, and gradually making our way from the seas to the land, and someday making a similar trip from the small spherical ocean of air to building complex stellar ecosystems around our sun that would go from mostly barren to teaming with life. Maybe we struggle so much with the idea because we are so used to a timeline of human existence that measures life in years, a concept of self that implies you have progressed from on stage to the next, as though there is a determined set of steps and as long as a step is in front of you, you don't think that the program has an end until like the mad man doing the same steps over and over we are still surprised when the same conclusion is reached as everybody who has run the same system before us found. But we don't have any idea what steps to follow but those ones that have been set for us before.
Maybe we struggle so much because we cannot fathom the possibility that we have lived entirely as maggots, living and dieing, and nobody has quite figured out how to pupate just yet. Like the first life to scramble out of the oceans, there is no script for what that looks like, and maybe we won't all take the same paths to get there and won't be the same creatures on the other side. There will probably be millions of floundering steps and confusion as only a few get through to the other side and even fewer make it long enough to establish a sense of what they have become, and when they do get there they will be as different from us as flies are to maggots. And what will be the existance of the immortal ones, what will be the paths that lay on the other side of that great filter. Whatever it is it is so unfathomable that our minds pull back from it and take instead the clearer paths that are easier for us to understand. See, here is the next step I need to take. It's as samiliar as the last step I took and it keeps me in line with what we all understand. Yes if I really think about it it also leads off a cliff at the far end, but I'm not gonna worry about that just yet, that's far down the line and there's so much between here and there that .... waves vaguely, something something... next step on the way. Like a smoker that knows smoking is bad for the body they live in, but it's not amediately bad for them like pressing the lit end into their open eyeball would be, but rather in that long term thinking, where your future self faces the consequences of the choices you made in the now kind of way.
I'm not sure which is the case, or if neither is, or both.
All I really know is that I am a great distance into a life that seems too short by far, and seems not to have enough space in it right now to contain the living I wish to do with it. And the way we use the days of our lives culturally feels like how we treat labor and wage workers. The company gets a dollar and pays me a dime... Society gets my day and pays me a minute (pretty sure mathmatically that metaphor comes out to a human lifetime of 19 days). And it all feels like it's because some people made up the rules to work that way, and there really isn't any evidences that we can't just decide to play by different rules.
Live content within small means. Seek elegance rather than luxury, Grace over fashion and wealth over riches.
Listen to clouds and mountains, children and sages. Act bravely, think boldly.
Await occasions, never make haste. Find wonder and awe, by experiencing the everyday.