Who wants to live forever?

If given the opportunity, would you want to live forever?

I read a very interesting article that got me thinking. The SENS Foundation have a theory that death is nothing but a curable disease. They claim that, with enough research, they will be able to reverse the ageing of cells and, by doing so, give humans the ability to live beyond 1000 years.

You see, I have made peace with the fact that I am no longer 18. I have long ago made peace with the fact that I am going to die, and not to be morbid, but I quite look forward to it (but that is a completely different conversation to be had, right?).

Yes, it would be very interesting indeed to see what the world will look like 100 or 500 or 1000 years from now. Interesting yes, but would we not then lose the urgency to make the best of every day? If you could live for 1000 years, what would you take serious? Would you live passionately every day, or would you waste your days, thinking that you had all the time in the world?

Would I want that? I don’t think I would.

Build me a time machine, and you will have my undivided attention. Now there is something that grabs me!

Agh, imagine being able to go back and forth in time with no limitation! I think there is a whole lot of gratitude to be learned by going back in time.

Which of you would want to live forever and how would you spend your days!

I am gay

Now, after you have recovered from your mini heart attack and cleaned your screen of the coffee you just spat all over it, read on.

This is not a confession, I am not coming out!

Today’s prompt focuses on how the meaning of words have changed over the ages and I have chosen gay.

In the late 1800’s the word was used to describe a carefree or happy attitude. Today, however, it’s a different story altogether.

When we got home today, I told Luke that I am gay. His expression went from shock to disbelief and then blank. Ever the inquisitive one he then asked: “So how did you and my dad get me, WAIT WHAT!? Does that mean you are going to get a girlfriend?!”

I had to laugh and he was not impressed.

Why do we feel the need to label it when someone loves a person of the same sex though? Why can’t they just be left to love whoever they want? At least they have love. Two of my best friends are gay and I love them to bits. I have never looked at them differently because of who they love.

I wish we all could be gay.

With more gay the world would be a better place. Who would want to rape or murder if they were truly happy? Who would want to gossip or steal if they were truly happy?

So friends, here’s to a very gay weekend to all of you!