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Why I Keep Living
A friend of mine said that if she was living during a zombie apocalypse and all her friends and family had died, she would probably shoot herself.
The odd thing about this is that this never occurred to me as an option. This wasn't always the case. I've thought of suicide plenty of times, especially as a kid. Still, at one point or another, living just became the unconscious, taken-for-granted Right Choice (TM) for me. Somehow it was a no-brainer, as in, my gut was confident so I didn't need to think about it. My friend was contemplating death while I was planning to survive in every way I could think of. Why?
I thought about this and found that my reason to live was quite simple. At one point or another, I realized that I was organic material, and that organic material, when dead, is always consumed by other forms of life. Therefore I, or every part of my body, belongs to the universe and will be recycled indefinitely until universal heat-death or something. Funnily enough, the only people who escape the renewal process of life are those who, in an attempt to preserve the only life they've been aware of having, have spent money to have themselves, or just their brains, essentially frozen in metal cans (cryogenized). As for my consciousness, I have no reason to believe my body can be reused but my consciousness cannot. If I've already made it so far, what is the point of restarting in another body, with a new consciousness, with none of the lessons I've learned thus far? What a chore, starting over.
What if being dead is not calm, like I thought? What if the dead ache to be alive? What if that is why sperm race so hurriedly to the egg, and why untampered food expires so quickly? Because once it dies it immediately wants to live? Because the business of life starts in death?
What are the chances of being alive for the first time?
I've accepted that death is a phase for lifeforms, just another stage, like growth. Life never dies in the sense of ending.
You can’t escape life, in the same way that you can’t escape death. There is only postponement of life (cryogenesis) and death (immortal jellyfish).