Val Two Wolves writes…
When I hear about/read stuff like this, I must admit that I find myself wondering “if I live for 1,000 yrs. how long will it take for me to be vested in my retirement plan, and when will pensions/Social Security kick in?” Not to mention “where will the money come from to support all the 900 yr. old people who stopped earning a living at age 600?!”
My 89 yr. old Mom is coping (most days with grace and dignity, and some days not so much) with escalating aches/pains and decreasing mobility and independence. As she says “it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be!” She has come to grips with her own mortality, and now if she can just help her dtrs. (ages 55 & 60) to share her acceptance, we’ll all be contented.
Truly, aging is simply another stage of life. I never want to be an adolescent again, nor would I want to go through centuries of adolescence or the uncertainty of young adulthood. Or the other life stages that while sometimes enjoyable just shouldn’t last indefinitely. I am glad that I was once 20 (& 30 & 40) so that I can well and truly enjoy my own maturity.