On one hand, living forever would mean you have forever to make in impact on the world. There would be no end to what you can do. But, realistically, I know that I couldn’t live like that. I couldn’t live alone. Not forever. I would rather have one year to do with what I wanted, than stay young while my friends wither around me.
Would you rather only be able to say 15 words per day, or have to say everything that comes to your mind?
Would you rather only be able to say 15 words per day, or have to say everything that comes to your mind?