When does your life really start? Conception…Birth…Childhood…Adolescence…Adulthood? Will I always feel like this? Will I have the notion that every day is a stepping piece to an unattainable goal? I’m an new adult now, but I have yet to feel like one. When I’m 80, assuming I don’t do something stupid, and hopefully married (granted the wonderment of biomedical technology), will I feel like my life is complete? Or is there always that feeling that there’s always something more that should be done? I really wonder this. It could be my goal-oriented personality (as I’m sure many others are like this), but really, there’s always something that can be done, so there is really no good time to want to finish. Although, I’m sure Dr. Kevorkian’s patients would disagree.
Also, when do you reach the point of suffering that you would do anything to stop it? We all have hardships in our life and the sort, but what point is it that makes people crack? How is it determined?
Sorry for all the questions.