I’m writing this on the train back to my home town. Last weekend my grandmother passed away and today is her funeral.
She lived a full life. She saw her daughter grow up to be a strong woman and have two (grand)sons. She lived in a time when cars where new and she lived in a time when the internet took over the world (can you imagine how cool it is to get an e-mail from your grandmother?). She loved and was loved.
And now she’s gone.
Which is a very strong reminder of my own mortality.
I regularly say that I plan on living forever (it’s easy to plan, perhaps harder to execute; we’ll need a bit more technological progress to make it happen). Recently having had an incentive to think this through a bit more, I’m not sure if immortality is actually a good idea. If I have eternity to do something, why do it now? And if you have all of forever, eventually you will succeed at any goal, no matter how difficult. What is the meaning of striving if there is no failure?
Life being finite on the other hand gives a certain sense of urgency, a directive to make something out of the precious time we have. And at the same time it takes away some of the pressure; being human (mortal) means we are allowed to make mistakes, to try and to be less than perfect.
My grandmother was human, I’m sure she made mistakes and had her share of regrets. But with the shedding of her mortal veil, those things are gone. What is left are memories, in the minds of those who loved her. For me personally that means breakfasts together (with freshly pressed orange juice), a little bit of help with finding that specific Lego brick, playing dice games. And on a more abstract level, a seemingly infinite well of patience and love.
Thank you grandma. You will be missed!
I’m Bastiaan. This blog is meant to give you some insight into the things I run into and perhaps to inspire you to go in search of your own life extraordinaire.
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