“I don’t have a life,” says a young man who looks like his father at the table next to my breakfast table.
The sentence fascinates me. I might not have heard him say “I don’t have a car,” “I don’t have a home,” “I don’t have a job,” “I don’t have kids,” but not having a life, whatever that means, sounds awful. On the other hand, I’m thinking as I’m mixing my coffee, maybe having a life is just that: having a job, a car, a house, and kids.
do i have a life In that respect yes. Sometimes I think it’s life that owns me. I’ve gotten so used to it that I think I’m riding on his back, whereas he’s riding on me. Can I jump from my life to another life like someone who changes horses in the middle of a race in a Western movie? Obviously not. If we could, we would spend our lives jumping from one mountain to another, because no one feels completely comfortable in their own life. For those who believe in it, this is what reincarnation means: for example, to die as a herbivore and to be resurrected as a carnivore. Or vice versa, meat eaters started to get a bad reputation.
have a life
Have one life and consume it. It seems that one cannot do anything else with life, since sooner or later one will die. Life as a consumer product of the self. I have a life and I consume it like a tool. The problem is that when life ends, the self ends too. What transhumanists are trying to do exactly is to save the self from burning by transferring it to a machine, a computer. In this they are. If they succeed, it will be the computer that owns them, even if it seems otherwise.
The father says to his son, “Be patient”. You prepare the opposition well and when you remove it, your house, your car, your family…
So, I say to myself that the young man applied to the notary public or the land registry, I do not know, something. Many people today believe that the only way to live is to become a civil servant. A little sad isn’t it?