Sometimes I sit with this thought silently, “Do I really want a very long life?”
And honestly, my answer keeps changing, because as I grow older (emotionally more than chronologically), the more I realize that length has never been the point, presence has.
We live in a world obsessed with longevity. Some people want to live longer to earn more, some to spend more time with the people they love, and some simply to finally enjoy life because they couldn’t do so earlier. Everyone has their own reason, their own unfinished story, tied to the wish for more time. Scientists work on biohacking and anti-aging technologies with the thought, “How to live till 100.” There’s a strange fear running underneath it all, the fear of ending before we’ve arrived, before we understand ourselves, before we mattered. But here’s the quiet truth I’ve felt in my bones: A life doesn’t become meaningful because it’s long. It becomes meaningful because it’s lived awake. A long life without meaning feels heavy. It feels like stretching something empty. I would rather live fewer years with clarity than many years feeling lost inside myself.
I truly believe that whatever time we are given, it should matter. Whether someone lives for thirty years or ninety, that life should feel lived, not postponed, not suppressed, not spent only meeting expectations. One has to know their life’s purpose, or at least keep searching for it honestly. Purpose doesn’t have to be grand. Sometimes it’s as simple as healing, creating, loving, learning, or being a safe presence in the world. But once you know what feels true to you, you owe it to yourself to work toward it.
I’ve seen how people suffer not because life is short, but because life feels meaningless. People carry regrets, unspoken truths, unlived dreams, and that weight slowly drains them. A long life filled with emotional numbness, routine, and fear doesn’t feel like a blessing. It feels like survival. And I don’t want to just survive my years, I want to feel them.
I view life as a journey of self-discovery and growth. Each year is supposed to soften us, teach us, and bring us closer to who we really are. If I live long, I hope those years help me grow kinder, wiser, and more honest with myself. I hope I don’t grow bitter or closed off. I hope I don’t forget to pause, to breathe, to look at the sky, and to feel grateful for simply being here.
I want a life where I don’t abandon myself for comfort or approval. A life where I don’t keep waiting for “someday” to start living, where I allow myself to change, to heal, and to choose what aligns with my inner truth. Since time passes anyway, the question is whether we navigate life consciously or sleepwalk through it.
So when I think about living a very long life, my answer is simple: length doesn’t matter to me, meaning does, depth does, and presence does. Whatever time I live, I want it to feel real, intentional, and aligned. And when my time eventually ends, I hope I can say I lived honestly, not perfectly, but fully.
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