The Deathly Thoughts

Death and birth are truths. Why are our bodys built the way they have to end. Why havent we figured out the secret to immortality? Like woody allen once said something like, “I dont wanna be immortal by being famous, I wanna be immortal by not dieing”.

My mind is flooded with questions right now. Imagine the pain of loosing a limb …. its unbearable. Now imagine the pain of loosing a whole loved one! So much beautiful life, so many loved ones. Why does life have to end? Why do we accept “death” as a fact. Yes we try to live longer but why dont we try to reach immortality.

Is it because new generations are born every day and the old ones have to go to make way for them! HAVE TO ! HAVE TO!

Isnt it atrocious/prepostrous that we are brought about as recyclable materials who can think and feel. How can the ones who accept death as a fact considered wise? Why is death not defiable?

Why is life cursed with the loss of loved ones? Why is survival such a challenge?

We who work for the better tomorrow would never be there to enjoy it. Our thoughts, discoveries, inventions, knowledge all for people who may not even understand the pains we took to reach there. Why are we doing this, is death such a huge challenge that we need generations of knowledge to finally defy it? is it really un-defiable? Are we approaching the problem in the right way?

Since centuries organisms are mutating for survival. Some have longer life spans than other. How come humans the most intelligent of all organisms failed to mutate past 100 years? What stops us from achieving that? Why cant we decrease the rate at which we age? Is anyone working on that. You know while others like me idle their time thinking they are doing important things …. writing their thoughts out, reviewing products, creating useless softwares which create animations ….. we as individuals face extinction. There are others working on this somewhere in the world, but no one cares, probably there is no funding, we have all accepted this downfall as naturual – death as a fact.