Everybody wants to live longer, and I don’t know what that means “to live longer.”
Suppose you could live 10,000 years. Then what’s your urge to get out of bed the next morning? There’s no time pressure on you… to achieve… to accomplish… to love.
When you give flowers to a loved one on a special occasion, are they made of plastic so that they live forever? No. They’re made of… flower petals, there’s a pistil, there’s a stamen, there’s a stalk. And that will all die. And it’s the fact that it dies that empowers our emotions to appreciate it that much more.
So the finiteness of life forces me to appreciate every sunrise that I wake up every day. And if I live forever I don’t know that I would have those emotions or those feelings or that sense that the day awaits my energy."