Life goes on and on...

What is a good age to die? Somedays, today would be good. 99.999% of the other days I think it's a great thing to have genes that point to a very long life. And, today, I have to wonder what biomedicine advances are on the way to make long living FUN and free of aches, aging, and disease. Maybe there are tradeoffs. For instance, plastic surgery gets rid of the bags and sags, but it seems to me that it plasticizes the skin, so you appear "doll like" and almost unhealthy, fake, and weird looking. I crack up when I see someone who has undergone liposuction, and they look like someone poured them into their jeans. While the jeans do fit, the parts of the body NOT in the jeans appear pillowy and cottage cheesey like. So why do I care? Seems we are all overcome with vanity today. I wish I had more hair. Maybe I will get a transplant. Too bad I can't take the rug that has formed on my back and move it to the top of my head! I guess in all this, none of it really matters. I am told that when we are finally resurrected, we get our best selves back again. For me, I would appear to be about 18, light on my feet, dark thick hair with auburn tints in the sun, and strong as a young oak tree. Then I wonder, will anyone know me? I guess I will have to wear my old football jersey, #44, for my true identity. And what about my kids, will they all be 18 too? Will heaven be this massage crowd of 18 year old looking wise and sage people? Like will we have an urge to steal some hubcaps, but won't cause we now know better? Daunting thoughts, aren't they? One good thing about all this is, we are lucky none of us has our own timeline for winding up here. It's good to be surprised. Keep the line moving please, Life goes on and on...