The first time, the first thought, the first memory, the first breath, first entry into the darkness. A constant experience of firsts, with each also being lasts.
And now, it is too late.
Or could we say that no matter for how long did we prepare ourself, we aren't never ready. The novelty and the undisclosed experience, that opens one dimension and closes all the other ones... the ones that we wished to think they were meant to be lived forever, brings the unwished but more then predictable forced freedom. Is it true freedom? Or is the final prison? That question only could be answered if we lived our live in meaning, or at least with some experience added.
I have the opportunity to make a difference.
Do we? I believe so. Even that after the final exhale, the only thing that comes... couldn't be recorded in out minds... in our memory. Only the ones that continue, could take our memories. Their memories about ourself.
All comes to a end, or a to a beginning.
"Was it worth it?"
Even that I'm turning 47 in couple of weeks, I can answer:
Yes. It does worth it. Every time. Even if it only a one way street
Maybe death is not freedom at all. Those that believe in an afterlife are containing themselves to limitation after all, aren't they? They are saying that "my future is what I can imagine now" - like a child predicting what adulthood will be, without evidence. They base it on what they know, not what could be, and unlimited freedom is unimaginable.
Yes. Our legacy.
I am only a few months behind you in age and while I believe it is worth it, I also think that the "worth" is not equal for all. For some of us at least, we are trading our value for comfort, lowering our worth.
Yes. No one can say that freedom really exists "outside" of your tangible world. The reality is one thing. What goes beyond it, we can say whatever we "want" that uncertain is it's purest form.
Yes. And its awful to testimony from the outside. So many decisions are made, only concern the immediate pleasure or comfort.