July 15th, 2020
It depends on whether I die now as a mostly healthy person, possibly. I want to milk this as long as I can. But if I'm that 88-year-old version of myself with a very terminal ailment, then no.
July 15th, 2020
It's not an automatic yes or no for me. I suppose, more than anything it speaks to how comfortable I am with being uncomfortable with uncertainty. That there's no guarantee in the future, or that waking up into that future would be some existence that I'd be elated about. How cool would it be to be able to travel faster than the speed of light and visit worlds that are unimaginable? That's a fantastic sci fi notion. How amazing would it be if we figured out that there are more dimensions? And there are ways to actually stay connected to the people who have died in a whole different future? I can think of a bazillion things to which I'd say, "Sure, I'd love that opportunity". I can also appreciate that there are unimaginable things that I would want nothing to do with.
Please don't wake me up into the Holocaust. I don't need to experience that or anything similar. So I think it comes back to how do we become satiated? How do we say, "I'm grateful and it's enough. That I have lived an extraordinary life, whatever life it is I've been given, and to say, "Thank you. I'll leave it at that."' I'd like to trust that the future is in the hands of the people and creatures and hopefully the planet that I have been so lucky to be a part of, and hopefully has felt loved by me the way I feel loved. I guess that's how I would defer. I would allow the fantasy to be tantalizing, but I probably wouldn't jump on it because I hope to continue to live my life right now. Just being present now.