He was handsome. No sports fanatic but sometimes he put his ass to the gym and worked out to stay in shape.

He was no stupid guy. No Einstein, but smarter than the average person.

And he was living with a lovely family. A little sister, a caring mother, an intelligent father and likeable grandparents. He loved them all.

But there were other persons he liked as well. He had about half a dozen close friends. He loved them all.

But he was not free. And he felt it. He hated it. His feelings limited him.

He felt that all those persons he loved seemed to need him. He felt that they would miss him if he went away. So he couldn’t go away. Imprisoned by his own emotions. He wanted to break out.

But he didn’t want to hurt the feelings of the persons he loved. So how could he ever get rid of his feelings? How can one get rid of limiting feelings towards relatives and friends? …

He shot his sister. She was dead in the blink of an eye. Headshot! Her brain blown out with the first shot.

His parents got killed by one of his two car bombs, his grandparents got killed by the other. They didn’t even notice the death bringing explosion. Like actors who don’t notice if you turn off your television. Making them disappear.

He poisoned all of his close friends. It was that strong kind of poison. They died fast. It happened as abruptly as a car crash. You’re sitting in your car, unhurriedly driving, and a split second later you see the face of death. Jumping right at you. Boom! Then silence.

Nobody suffered. They just died. Disappeared. Fast and certain. Their lifes did just end. And he stopped having limiting emotions.

Finally, he was free! So he went away, searching for a sense.

He visited all different countries, talked to all different kinds of people, observed animals and landscapes, buildings made by humans, bird’s nests, different shapes of clouds, sand and water.

He saw all the beauty of the world, but without love, there was no sense.

“Life without love is no life at all.” That’s what he mumbled with the cold barrel of his loaded gun pressing against the back of his throat, tears running down his cheeks.

Noone can die.

But people can still get hurt. And they never recover from some diseases. So they collect all possible diseases and injuries during their eternal lifes. Sooner or later they all loose their senses and just live because there’s no way to die. Totally malformed beings as the result of car crashes, brawls, bacteria etc. Unable to walk, speak or see. Human trash labeled as living.

Only young, careful or lucky people look like normal human beings. Sounds horrible, right?

Alright, let’s make some additional assumptions:

Noone can get hurt. And your body doesn’t get older. I mean, you grow until you are an adult but from that point on your body doesn’t change. So you can’t become sick and your senses remain intact forever. (We’ll ignore the fact that the body has to change to form memories and interact with the world…)

There are some funny results of those assumptions. People have no need to eat or drink. They don’t have to use stairs if they don’t mind the pain. There’s no need to breathe. You can finally get real drunk without having to fear the negative consequences alcohol usually has on your body. You can do pretty much anything without having to fear any negative consequences, right?

False. You can still get imprisoned, tortured or buried. You don’t die, but you know what pain is. If you don’t care for your future your life can be like hell. Eternal pain.

But maybe you’re lucky and don’t need to suffer a lot. There’s still one major problem:

Earth happens to be pretty crowded if noone wants to make room for future generations. People are not smart enough to reduce the birth rates to 0. So population is growing. And growing. And growing. You can shoot some people into space but there’s not enough fuel for it to be effective.

Sooner or later some people need to be placed on top of others because of the limited space. You can’t move no more. If you’re unlucky you’re not on top and have to carry other people 24/7.

If you’re not mad already, you’re probably sick of this eternal life. Maybe you even contemplate suicide. No, I was just kidding around, you don’t know what suicide is.

After a while, there are so many people that you could try to jump out of earth’s gravitation field from the top of them. But be careful not to land on a sun.