Yesterday I received the seventh dose of the new Corona vaccine.
Like last time (May), it was the Omicron strain XBB.1.5.
After all, I didn't get the disease even without wearing a mask, so it may be unnecessary, but I have no cost to bear and no right to be causal about it.
As usual, my left shoulder is still sore and heavy overnight, but that's the way it is.
I also have a flu shot, but I will get it next week.
I was surprised to see that it was already mid to late October, but when I looked at the calendar, the number 2023 jumped out at me.
The year is 2023 and it is already towards the end of the year.
As someone who considers "2001: A Space Odyssey" to be the greatest science fiction movie ever made, I even think that I may have lived a little too long to be more than 20 years past the year that was set.
I have heard that the speed at which we perceive time can be compared to age times time.
In other words, a one-year-old is moving at only one kilometer per hour, but at age 20 he is moving at 20 kilometers per hour, and at age 60 he is moving at 60 kilometers per hour.
If I were 90 years old, I would be walking at 90 kilometers per hour, so maybe every day will go by in the blink of an eye.
In another 10 years, I will also be running at 70 kilometers per hour, which will be much more comfortable.
But what will I be running for?
Those of us who lived in the Age of the Rising Right, when one new thing after another appeared before our eyes, may have wanted to live as long as possible, thinking that something exciting would happen in the future, but it is difficult to look forward to a future in which AI will rule the world.
Now that even marriage and child-rearing have become obscure necessities for humanity, what should we strive for and be motivated by?
No matter how fast we run, we may grow old before we know it without ever finding that goal.
