Comes not from being hard to kill, nor does it come from living forever. True immortality comes from being remembered for all time to come.
It doesn’t matter if you can physically live forever, if no one can remember you, you may as well be dead. I wouldn’t want to live forever if no one could know who I am. Would you?
I guess, the novelty of the whole “living forever” thing would wear off after you bury all of your relatives right? Once you outlive your children and your children’s children, what’s the point?
I wouldn’t want to live forever.
I think it would be a sad existence getting to watch everyone around you die.
I could just be looking at the whole thing the wrong way though. After all, I imagine that living forever would have some sort of benefit but I can’t imagine what it could be at this point.
The kind of immortality that I want, is the same kind that Charles Dickens or Edgar Allen Poe have. To be remembered and thought about for years to come is what I want.
I wouldn’t want to be a pansy ass vampire that dies in the sunlight, or a zombie, or any other kind of immortal. Even if there were other immortals around, would you want to hang out with other people that lead the same kind of depressing existence that you do?
What if you don’t get along with any of them? Think about that, what if the only other people that can live forever are a bunch of douchebags that you can’t stand, what would do?
You can’t kill yourself, you can’t kill them, and you’re bound to end up near them at some point since they are the only other people that you’ll know for 1000 years.
What if you got old? Most people that we imagine to be immortal are frozen in time with their bodies in fairly good shape. What happens if you age really slowly and/or you just age as the years go by. What would you look like at 900 years of age? What kind of aches and pains would you have?
Yeah, the more I think about it, the less I want to live forever in a physical form. It just doesn’t seem worth the effort.