{"id":778,"date":"2014-01-05T21:46:33","date_gmt":"2014-01-06T02:46:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=778"},"modified":"2014-01-06T02:47:37","modified_gmt":"2014-01-06T07:47:37","slug":"immortal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/immortal\/","title":{"rendered":"Immortal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I want to live forever.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I never want to die.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet&#8230;<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sometimes, it does feel futile, frustrating, scary, hopeless. Life, that is. Sometimes, it seems like just curling up and dying would be a better solution than struggling through every single day. Worrying constantly about money and rent and debt. Worrying constantly that every twinge or tweak or pain means you&#8217;re about to die. Indulging in the few luxuries (almost always food) you can afford because there isn&#8217;t enough to save for anything &#8216;major&#8217; anyway.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Worry, worry, worry.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It can be really hard to enjoy life when you spend every waking moment afraid that you are about to die.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Afraid that you have abused your body to such a point that it will fail you any moment now.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Terrified that no matter how many good days you have, those few slips will end in heart attack or diabetic coma or you know, death.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I want to be immortal.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I want to live healthy to see my children born and grown.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To see their children.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To see the first man on Mars and maybe the first interstellar mission.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To look down on Earth from orbit.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To publish a novel.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To love my husband.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To play with my puppy.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To hug my loved ones.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; To see what happens on Capaldi&#8217;s season of Doctor Who.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; HAHA.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; But really &#8211; so much of my future revolves around getting healthy, so why is it so hard? Why am I so scared all the time? Why?<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &#8230;if I die tomorrow, I&#8217;ll have left a lot undone.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I want to live forever.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/signature.jpg\" alt=\"Signed, Josie\" width=\"92\" height=\"139\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13\" \/><br \/>\n<i>Note: Image is &#8220;Blue geometric ornament&#8221; by (boroda003) from SXC.hu<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I want to live forever. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I never want to die. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet&#8230; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sometimes, it does feel futile, frustrating, scary, hopeless. Life, that is. Sometimes, it seems like just curling up and dying would be a better solution than struggling through every single day. 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