For thousands of years people have sought out immortality. They have gone to the lengths of animal and human sacrifice, the plunder of tombs and temples, the exploitation of entire cultures, nations, and races, stopping at no loss of humanity to obtain eternal life.
After living 10,000 centuries, people would find themselves having learned every conceivable skill and way of thinking. They would have experienced every pleasure and thrill there is to be had.
They would have also watched everyone they love and care about perish, then made new friends and loved ones, only to yet again watch those ones perish as well. They would slowly realise that they may never be forever joined to others.
Just as an animal seeks out a dark corner to lick its wounds, so will immortals seek out death to heal their sorrows.
Whilst immortality may grant you the ability to obtain absolute power, fortune, and fame through eternity, there is no peace and happiness to be had without the hope of lasting companionship. All beings need to be able to forget their mistakes and sorrows eventually.
If all people were immortal, then husbands, wives and friends would be able to experience every single joy that this world has to offer. What could be better than living forever, and together, in perfect bliss and happiness?
New things come into being all the time. One day we will venture to the stars! Ninety billion years from now, we will still be experiencing new things, have moved past our mistakes and former flaws. We will have found contentment in every situation that comes our way. Yet also our adventures will become a blur to dull the bite of absolute expertise, since there is no thrill without danger. Similar conversations had millions of times will lose all meaning.
The need to survive drives us to better ourselves. The logical mind says that things work one way, and we need to figure out how to do things accordingly. An action causes a reaction, and through knowledge, we can figure out how to control the universe. The creative mind says that there are these wondrous worlds, where Batman protects justice, Jesus teaches us how to be good to others, and how a Doctor in a series fights futility to save someone he does not even know. The inventors’ minds take what their creative minds tell them is a world that they wish to live in, and then logically cause it to be, through their words and actions. Without these drives, we may as well meditate silently until eternity ends. Death is greatly feared because of the unknown, and the chaos of it, but it also brings hope of healing memories, starting fresh in something new, and moving onto something greater than our own selfishness.
In a world of good and evil, creation and destruction, there can be no change or progress on either side without the other. As one grows, so does the other. A revolution is the destruction of one way of life, and the start of what we hope is a better one. Order is following a set path without change, and a polite word for chaos is creativity. Creativity defines our individuality and our concept of a soul.
Chaos and death have been guiding factors of all civilisation. There would have never been progress without the first cave-man touching fire, then setting fear and chaos in the minds and hearts of his society through teaching them how to use the fire. Through the death of old ways, better life came about. For an immortal to have lived through all of those changes, their heart would be in pain, trying to grasp onto their old way of life, never truly being able to change themselves, and never being able to stop an ever-changing world.
We can chisel a sculpture to perfection, but as art changes, so must our idea of perfection. Thus the old be placed into memory, and a new sculpture started. There does not have to be a Batman, Jesus, or a Doctor to save the day. The stories, and the hope that they may exist, is enough to drive us to better ourselves. We, as living beings, create the world around us and, through our stories, we realise better and better versions of ourselves to create a world and a vision of what we believe to be most perfect for the future generations.
Society, our hearts and minds, our very concept of a soul and perfection, as well as the nature of the world, continually evolve. Perhaps all religion and culture have been nothing more than the simple experience of our own creativity, and wishing for something that does not exist; but a robot will only obey its commands and how it was programmed. Eternal life does not mean perfection, but rather, inevitably, stagnation, which is a fate worse than death.
I choose to be alive, and have visions for a better life, and fight futility, if not only for the simplistic creativity/individuality with which humans are cursed.
To me, life is a friend; yet so is death. I would not wish for a world with one without the other.