Living forever is something that seems fun and exciting to most, but when you think about it, the concept is horrifying. To watch the world grow around you while you remain motionless in time must be torturous; especially when those closest to you die and those new to the world replace them. There is no way that those replacements of your friends will suffice, either, as, even if you form friendships and relationships with them, they’ll die as well, and those after them will die, and it will continue forever. Eventually, you’ll find that it is pointless to speak to others and you’ll become a shell of your former self.
To be fair, it isn’t all bad. You can become anything you want, in theory. Over time, you’ll get a bunch of money by either luck or by just having hundreds of years of experience. Any mistakes you make in your life will be forgotten with time—which you have an infinite source of—and what not. Romance with younger people would feel weird, but you might get over it. You’ll finally be able to see whether your predictions of the future were right, and you’ll laugh and smile when you see your predictions coming true. Some of your wrong predictions may also make you feel a little bad, but that wouldn’t be terrible. And, also, you’ll be able to travel the world if you wish, seeing all of the sights and all of the wonders of the world. You could even take a space ship and travel infinitely far from earth to see what’s beyond what we can observe.
But you’ll break in infinity. It’ll happen when you feel that collection of emptiness that slowly builds as you attend funerals and visit with dying friends. And, once you become completely alone, you’ll search for answers about the world. Watching things happen around you while you remain motionless will appear to display clarity in the world, and questions about why we’re here and what the purpose of life is will begin to be begged by your conscious daily. From here, you may either find an answer and discover some temporary feeling of bliss or completion, or you may find that, in your infinite life, you fail to find meaning.
Any sport—you choose it—can be yours to dominate with infinity. You can become the greatest athlete to ever live. In fact, you can become the greatest athlete at all times. You can spend entire decades practicing soccer, football, hockey—you name it. You may choose to run, and you could run across entire nations multiple times and cut the world records for running in half. In fact, you could take every world record (minus a few) and destroy them within the time of infinity. You could beat any test, graduate from college with every single degree possible, and literally become knowledgeable in every academic field. From this knowledge, you could become a worldwide sensation, and you could be loved by everyone on the planet.
The emptiness would catch up at some point when you look in a mirror at your fake smile. When you look at your medals and, for once, don’t give yourself the false pleasure that you’ve previously trained yourself to use to distract from the pain of loss. The emptiness will, one day, where you forget the month, the century, devour everything that you had previously constructed to deal with the pain. And, in agony, you’ll live your infinite life forever. You’ll wish you never accepted the deal and you’ll wish you were never born, and it’ll continue constantly forever. During this time, then world will be ripped apart and the sun will engulf our planet.
So, look at life with an appreciation for the end, as no one would want to live forever on this planet.
