Only lovers left alive

"How can you have lived for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing!"

What would you do if you lived forever? Would you be living like a vampire learning and loving in a time-transcending way or like a zombie half dead rotting away? Would you be absorbing the world around you over its centuries of existence for all it has to offer or would you let yourself absorbed and consumed with self-obsession? It doesn't really matter if you grasp the essence of life being about quality and not quantity and wouldn't be bored for a day or for a thousand years. 

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I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That's what I want to explore. We're all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die, each of us secretly believing we won't. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are gone. (Synecdoche, New York).