I don't figure I would need to live perpetually, yet I'd jump at the chance to carry on a long, long time, maybe 500 years? A thousand years?
Some portion of the reason is that I can perceive how some of what I accept and think have changed throughout the years, which consoles me since it persuades me that I have the ability to develop. I like my multi year old self fine and dandy, yet I believe I'm a superior individual at this point. What might I come to comprehend and think about myself, the world, and others quite a while from now? The 10 or 20 years I most likely have left (damn, that appears to be chilly to simply say it so anyone can hear that way) isn't about sufficiently long to discover.
The other reason is that there has been so cursed much innovative and social change over the most recent few centuries, even in my life time, I need to perceive what ELSE happens. For example, simply return and watch a film made in the forties or fifties, or read a unique James Bond novel, and reveal to me that the parts of ladies, or Jews, or African Americans, or kids weren't diverse at that point. Keep in mind seeing that espresso promotion on the Web from the sixties where the lady was getting a beating from her significant other for picking the wrong espresso ... That wasn't long back by any stretch of the imagination, in any event to me.
It wasn't long back, either, that you could just call somebody from your home or a compensation telephone, and bad news in the event that you came up short on gas on a betrayed roadway. Presently we acknowledge consistent overall shoddy correspondence without a hesitation. What's more, it is anything but a telephone we tote around - it's a doomed supercomputer. What's more, this was just in about the most recent 35 years or somewhere in the vicinity. What's straightaway? Quantum PCs?
Same sex marriage? I would never have envisioned this in a hundred years - common associations, beyond any doubt, yet wed? I concur with it 100 percent, however old, grumpy me (59 years of age) still thinks that its shaking to hear a man say "my better half" or a lady to state "my significant other," and I presumably will until the point that the day I pass on.
What's more, I sort of lament when I know the main Mars mission will likely be not long after my passing, and I need to know whether, no, WHEN we find outsider life, and perhaps, presumably, outsider insight. What a kick in the butt that is destined to be.
I figure I simply would prefer not to pass up a major opportunity.