We're all children

People are living too long. I say this a lot. It infuriates my mother, standing behind me, arms crossed commanding that I take back the notion that I want to kill my grandmother. I don't want to do this. Knock off grandma, that is. But, there's something really wrong with our world that we're so afraid of death, and we do anything we can to keep living. We keep people on life support. We take countless drugs. We write stories and create legacies in the hope that this something gold might stay.

Our obsession with death and it's counterpart life makes it impossible to just live. There's no sense of carefree, because we're so worried that we're not going to make the best of our situation. We're scared that what we decide to do with our time won't end up being worthy. And then, we end up doing nothing. Only to take stock as our quarter-life, mid-life and end of days crisis come. And they will come. I know, I've already had one. You probably have too. Every time I log onto Facebook I have a conniption. I compare endlessly, spending all together too many minutes reading my newsfeed. It gives the impression that someone is always doing something better or just something and I'm not.

In so many ways 25 now isn't what it was in 1978 when my parents got married. If you inspect it beneath the microscope, 25 is much older because everything is happening so much faster, while simultaneously it's also so young. We're children. As people live lengthy lives, shouldn't we have more time to establish ourselves? And why are there so many holds on when it's appropriate to be established? It's a long race. Don't want to finish too soon, now do we?