musings

I've a friend who thinks im perpetually irritating..
well, I think she's a kid, so this not only makes sense, it calls us quits.

anyway, I saw this poster in town recently..
it was something like "quest for immortality", some exhibition in our very own national museum(for what it's worth)

Anyway, a thought came to mind.
You know, people dont really want immortality, only perverse, mentally shipwrecked pharoahs and huangdis wanted to live forever, torture forever, eat bunches of grapes and blah blah forever.
The common man still desires living to a ripe old age..

so i was thinking.
You know how everyone associates old age to living a happy life, being joyful and all
while the sulky individual is bestowed the grave in advance..

Laughter, the best medicine.
Yes, yet time flies like an arrow when you're enjoying yourself, and crawls like a snail when you're.. well, bored.
You know how it feels like, that prolonged moment when your heart shatters.. and in your mind you see a black background with hundreds of flying shards slowing dispersing through the air?

So which is a longer life? One where time flies like an arrow and before you know it, you're dead.
Or isit that blank-eyed hopelessly dribbly waiting and waiting and "savouring" of every passing second?
hmm...