A goal for my life
I've been thinking lately about when I'm going to die. Not in any kind of morbid way; just out of simple curiosity. I mean, it's going to happen eventually, so I may as well spend some time contemplating it.
Naturally, I don't want to die too young. There's a lot of shit I've been meaning to do. I'll probably never actually do most of that stuff anyway, but I'd like to think I have many decades of putting it off left.
There's also a part of me that doesn't want to live too long, especially if the last years involve being in a nursing home, sitting around watching Matlock and drinking Metamucil and not remembering your own name.
The oldest confirmed age ever was Jeanne Calment of France, who died in 1997 at the age of 122. She actually met Vincent Van Gogh when she was a young girl. Imagine that. Some bitch who chilled with Van Gogh was still alive when I was starting high school. She was over 100 for almost as long as I've been alive. That's just too much...
But there's one thing that makes me actually want to make it that far:
Yes, Rush. Geddy, Neil, and....ah.....that other guy who played guitar. I hereby resolve that I must live to see the year 2112. Just to see if it's anything like the album. It probably won't be. This, of course, would involve me breaking the record and living to at least 128, but I think it's doable. My plan is to drink lots of beer and, of course, listen to lots of Rush.
Jeanne Calment, it should be noted, was a smoker until the age of 117. And even then, she only quit because she was blind and felt too embarrassed about always asking someone for a light. This makes my plan look all the better, since I can't imagine ever being blind enough to be discouraged from pounding a couple PBRs and listening to "By-Tor and the Snow Dog."
So, there may not be any actual Temples of Syrinx in the year 2112, but you can bet your ass that whatever is going on at that time, a drunken, incredibly wrinkly version of myself will be there to witness it. And to continue rocking. Canadian prog style.
Naturally, I don't want to die too young. There's a lot of shit I've been meaning to do. I'll probably never actually do most of that stuff anyway, but I'd like to think I have many decades of putting it off left.
There's also a part of me that doesn't want to live too long, especially if the last years involve being in a nursing home, sitting around watching Matlock and drinking Metamucil and not remembering your own name.
The oldest confirmed age ever was Jeanne Calment of France, who died in 1997 at the age of 122. She actually met Vincent Van Gogh when she was a young girl. Imagine that. Some bitch who chilled with Van Gogh was still alive when I was starting high school. She was over 100 for almost as long as I've been alive. That's just too much...
But there's one thing that makes me actually want to make it that far:
Yes, Rush. Geddy, Neil, and....ah.....that other guy who played guitar. I hereby resolve that I must live to see the year 2112. Just to see if it's anything like the album. It probably won't be. This, of course, would involve me breaking the record and living to at least 128, but I think it's doable. My plan is to drink lots of beer and, of course, listen to lots of Rush.
Jeanne Calment, it should be noted, was a smoker until the age of 117. And even then, she only quit because she was blind and felt too embarrassed about always asking someone for a light. This makes my plan look all the better, since I can't imagine ever being blind enough to be discouraged from pounding a couple PBRs and listening to "By-Tor and the Snow Dog."
So, there may not be any actual Temples of Syrinx in the year 2112, but you can bet your ass that whatever is going on at that time, a drunken, incredibly wrinkly version of myself will be there to witness it. And to continue rocking. Canadian prog style.