The art of living

In February 2026 I was 53 years old. That was the year when scientists “cracked” the “immortality code” for the very first time. They managed to “freeze” ageing, although the “freezing” was only temporary. Just for 14 short years. Thanks to this discovery in 2040 I was still 53 years old. That year 2040 they unveiled how to “freeze” ageing for another 100 years. By the year 2140 I was still 53 years old and AI (Artificial Intelligence) had cracked the “immortality code” several times more.

Woof-woof. I can hear Huka calling me. I slowly open my eyes. I have the feeling of having slept very well. It’s a fresh winter morning in Wharariki (New Zealand). The clock says it’s 9:30am, June 25th. Today it’s my birthday. Again. I stopped celebrating them a long time ago but since this year is my 10.000 anniversary maybe I should organise something.
Even though I have been living for the last 10 thousand years I’m still 24 years old. Around 500 years ago AI discovered how to reverse ageing so I decided to “lock” myself to the age when my physical condition was the strongest. The body of a 24 years old with the mind of a 10 thousand years old guy is a superb match. My wife “locked” herself at 19.

Looking back at my life I cannot say I would have done anything differently. Every thing I wanted to do I have done it. It really helps not being restricted by lack of time. Over the years I have done so many things. I have read more than 100 thousand books. I probably run over 5 million kilometers. That’s like going to the moon and back 5 times or like running around the earth more than 500 times. I worked on computers on and off for more than a thousand years. I worked as a builder, as a vet, as a farmer or even as a surgeon. I founded 67 different companies. I also committed 56 years of my life to becoming number one in tennis. I got to the Olympics as a swimmer and later also as a triathlete. I climbed thousands of mountains and I visited every single corner of planet Earth. I lived by the beach, in the mountains, in big cities and also in remote and lonely territories.

During all these years I had good times and bad times. I had really good times and also really bad times. Sometimes I felt I wanted to leave. I didn’t feel like living anymore. Motivation was absent. Time taught me that those times end. Happiness sometimes comes back with small things like welcoming a new puppy at home.
I wonder if there will be a day when nothing excites me anymore. That day will probably be the time to put myself to sleep. I mean to sleep for a few thousand years and then get back to life again.
Today I feel I want to move and spend some years abroad. I mean abroad the Earth. Kepler-186f sounds quite appealing.

A long long long time ago living used to be an art but luckily today livingĀ is a system that you can easily follow if you decide so and have a great life.

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