The Meaninglessness of Both Immortality and Death
Being dead and being immortal. They’re the same to me regardless of their implications. Being dead may be a full stop to life, an unimpeachable ending while immortality is the opposite of that, a life that goes on and on but in the end, they mean the same thing. They’re both meaningless.
An ending eventually fades from the minds of people and your mind ceases to function. This means that you’re eventually unable to do anything. Talk, speak, form connections. Those are things that death does not afford. There’s essentially no meaning to death besides the initial mourning and reminiscing that are only brought about by those alive. The same goes for being immortal. Like how a sentence that stretches on forever loses all meaning to the audience, not to mention that it becomes boring, immortality has no meaning or merit. It’s just a life that stretches on forever and ever. Moments that some people may find joy in become but a small dot on a canvas of black. It holds nothing, almost no emotional content, nothing that can be considered happy or sad. Deaths of loved ones become a foregone conclusion and being alive loses its glamour because there is an eternity for every action, an endless whirlpool of procrastination. Being alive forever is the same as being dead because in the end, you won’t be truly living.
You will watch the time go by, every second bleeding into the next and into the next until it becomes a blur. Even time loses its meaning. You will think of the expectations that your parents and friends have of you and put them all on hold. Expectations mean little when you have forever to satisfy them but there’s a chance that you will never fulfil them and even if you do eventually, you wouldn’t be able to find value in it. Every accomplishment has value because there’s a time limit but with eternity, that too becomes an expected result. Life becomes boring, connections lose their value because they’re broken over and over again and basic needs are forgotten about. In both death and immortality, meaning means little.
But still, I would rather be immortal than be dead because there’s still the illusion of life. It will be boring for sure and I’ll eventually get tired of the perpetual wakefulness but I’m fine with it. With eternity, I will waste my time watching all the movies in the world, watch as the world changes and it would be interesting to see it end with my own eyes. I want to live the life of a sloth and take all the expectations of me and burn them all away. I want to live my life but without any meaning because then I might be able to enjoy it more. With a time limit on a game, there’s no time to enjoy it but without, you have all the time to appreciate its complexity. I want to be able to do that, explore the world, travel with little regard to my basic needs and in the midst of all the activities that will soon be rendered meaningless by time, I want to be happy.
