I spend a lot of idle time thinking about death and how I feel in relation to it. I hope to be among the first generation of immortal humans, and yet I have no

I spend a lot of idle time thinking about death and how I feel in relation to it. I hope to be among the first generation of immortal humans, and yet I have no particular reason for wanting to live forever or even wanting to live until tomorrow. Life is good, but frankly, it's bad in equal measure. In the end, though, it's all I have -- it's all I am. As feeble, uncomfortable, and tenuous as the single, lonesome life may be, that is the only thing I'll ever know. How could I throw it away -- throw myself away -- the only thing of me that might possibly have any value?