At 28-years-old, I've come to accept that mortality is a blessing, not a curse. It promises that no matter what happens, it won't last forever. People throw around the terms immortality, eternity and forever like spit, but really, who can truly imagine "forever"? We think waiting at a line in the bank takes Forever; being stuck in the traffic, we call Eternity; to a fly, we humans are Immortals.
Anyone that says they want to live forever has no idea what Forever means. Hell, a third of 2018 is almost over. Time is a fleeting mistress. Mutatis mutandis, what can you do a million years from now?