Over time, I have noticed one thing imperticular. The meaning of life. Not everyone may agree with me on this, but this is how it goes: Lets say it is the year 1 billion, and if we are still alive, we may have accomplished everything. Nothing is impossible. Yes, that means that you can shrink to the size of a superstring (theoretically smallest particle in the universe). And I have to say, the universe would be boring. Every game would be invented, and you would know everything. There is nothing to really do, because everything has been done. people live forever, no cancer, you can go to the edge, or to the middle of the universe instantly. And what about lets say, computers. Well, you live your whole life studying, and making, and fixing, but in the end, nothing. You just die, and youre name is put in a book, and that book is eventually lost, and you are no more (Except for if you are christian like me, you go to heaven). And eventually, you will realize that everything ultimately has no purpose. Except your own. ou are the only one that can deem yourself of a worthy life, one you enjoyed living. After you die, (in Christianity, I am a christian, not an aetheist.) you go to heaven, where everything is perfect, and it may eventually get boring. Or what about the smallest particle known? I would imagine it just keeps getting smaller, and smaller, until everything is just smaller and smaller balls of energy. So in conclusion, I believe that life has no meaning, except your own. You need to make sure that your life is as good as it can be, but be kind to other peoples lives too. Be cool.
