And this is why:
Time. We're always hunting for more- personally I can't, and don't want to, imagine what happens when time runs out for me and that's that. I don't know if I believe in a God or if I believe that I won't even notice it. I guess the scientific part of me, the part that looks into the night sky and sees only giant fusion bombs and hunks of rock, doesn't believe in a God. But then a part of me, the part motivated entirely by not-wanting-to-die, would like to think that there's more to life than just life.
Heavy stuff for a second post I know, but bare with me, I do have a point.
I would like to live for as long as possible. And I'm sure, barring suicidal tendencies, so would you. I don't mean just living either. I mean actually being healthy (and sane), which as we all know is something you can't really expect in old age. And why do we want to live as long as possible? Evolution. If we'd all wanted to die, we as a race would have shuffled off the mortal coil a long time ago by simply queuing up to shuffle off a cliff.
So the point: (Almost) everybody wants more time in this life, but look at how much we just waste. I'm a young, healthy person with prospects, and I'm spending a good half an hour writing a blog post. I spent 2 hours before that watching some really, really bad TV. I don't even like snooker, why would I watch it? To kill time. Wait, kill time?
Aha. So there it is. We hate time. Time is what separates Now Me, who is writing a blog to no one in particular, from Future Me, who is on a Roller Coaster to the moon and making out with Jessica Alba, or something to that effect. Like an episode of Flashforward, life is mostly filler. In fact, if we condensed all of the time we actually spend doing something we enjoy into one period of time, isolating the good from the gut-wrenchingly boring- school, work, travelling and so on- we would find that our time on this Earth is even shorter than we thought. I reckon I could narrow my 17 years down to a month or so, maximum.
So there you go. Life is short. In the UK, the life expectancy of the average male is about 77 years. For me, that means I expect to actually live about 6 months, give or take a lifetime, depending on whether or not I ever get up off my ass and do something worthwhile with my life.
I see it as unlikely.
/Schlemmons