Life and Eternity and Why
Throughout the ages, man has always sought eternity. Be it living forever or through an immortal soul, man has always yearned for an existence that just stretches on without end. Humans have always imagined an existence where death is simply not present.
We search for the fountain of youth, the philosopher’s stone and all other mythological items with which we hope to put a stopper in death.
We think of such creatures as vampires who live in the darkness, shielded from the sun yet live forever on this Earth. Some of us long to be like them. Especially when a certain particular book series reached the silver screen and spawned a whole horde of vampires and their kin who also live forever.
Honestly, though, I shouldn’t be using “we” in all these because I am not one of those who are quite certain of a want of eternal life. Truth be told, the idea of living forever scares me.
I know for a fact that people become what they are because they know that time is always ticking for them. People know that they don’t have all the time in the world so they do what they can and what they must for the day because tomorrow might not come. People achieve great things because they know that in attaining them, they are immortalized in the hearts and minds of the people whom they’ve touch.
I do what I must and what I can for the day because I acknowledge that today could be my last day. I accept the fact that tomorrow is but an idea and that it could never be real. I understand that, indeed, tomorrow might not come for me.
And knowing even just that, and reminding myself of that all the time has kept me from leaving things for tomorrow when they could be done today.
Realizing even just that much have enabled me to stop my habit of putting things off confident that there will always be tomorrow.
Now, it might have been a traumatic event that woke me up with that realization but I did wake up. And I accept that as a truth. That acceptance has given me a lot.
If we put in a picture of humans as forever-living beings, my truth would never be the truth for anybody else. It would even cease to be true for me. Because a life that stretches on forever would mean a tomorrow that always comes.
If we did live like that, would we have imagined, designed, created everything that man ever came up with in its relatively short history? Would we ever have the push, the motivation, the urge to better everything? Would we have search for anything beyond what nature has already presented us with?
Of course, we could say that if humans lived forever, the great minds that have been lost to time would still be alive today and would still be making even greater things. Then again, we could give the same argument for the other great minds. Those great minds that produced terrible things. Great, but terrible. Things we know the world would be better without.
Indeed, there has always been two sides of a coin. Each has its own pros and cons. Humans are naturally dual in nature, we are all capable of both good and evil.
A life of eternity is really rather inviting. We do not have it, so we look for it. We imagine the possibilities and we are astounded.
What if we did have it? What would we make of it? What would everything be like?