Sometimes I just find the idea of Methos really encouraging.
Like, here is this man, five thousand years old, and still living.
Not just hanging around.
... also hanging around, judging your music, cadging beer, obvs, but not only that...
He still throws himself at life. Five thousand years old and he knows all the ways it is going to hurt, and he does it anyway. Still falling in love, knowing how it will end every time except maybe the last. And not just the happy whirlwind part, not just the endorphins of meeting someone pretty who maybe likes him back, he's sticking around for the sad parts too. See the world and stay with her in hospital, however much of each happens. Because it's worth it.
Five thousand years old, and staying alive is still worth it.
And he's not some perfect angel who earned some reward. He has been the worst of the worst. But he grew out of that. Took him longer than some kingdoms ever existed, but he did. He tried being evil, and he just got bored.
So he tried reading books and hanging out with philosohers instead.
And maybe it's weird that this seems so encouraging, because he's a story, we made him up, maybe anyone would get bored of everything after the first thousand years...
... except logically, no, we wouldn't. Look at how much the world has changed. The whole of human history, all over the world, could anyone really see it coming? I know we love the bits of history that say humans have always been human, but also love the bits that are just... so much of the world we live in would be wildly new, undreamt of, and it is brilliant.
Any time I feel stuck or like the future's... 2020 and then some, I have to stop myself. Because really. What do I know? What do any of us know about what might be? The future is wild.
And usually you get that sense watching science fiction, and I do like seeing people racing starships, but I also just get a really heartening perspective thinking about human civilisation aka what this one man lived through.
And still wanted to live.
To be part of it.
It's brilliant.
Like, here is this man, five thousand years old, and still living.
Not just hanging around.
... also hanging around, judging your music, cadging beer, obvs, but not only that...
He still throws himself at life. Five thousand years old and he knows all the ways it is going to hurt, and he does it anyway. Still falling in love, knowing how it will end every time except maybe the last. And not just the happy whirlwind part, not just the endorphins of meeting someone pretty who maybe likes him back, he's sticking around for the sad parts too. See the world and stay with her in hospital, however much of each happens. Because it's worth it.
Five thousand years old, and staying alive is still worth it.
And he's not some perfect angel who earned some reward. He has been the worst of the worst. But he grew out of that. Took him longer than some kingdoms ever existed, but he did. He tried being evil, and he just got bored.
So he tried reading books and hanging out with philosohers instead.
And maybe it's weird that this seems so encouraging, because he's a story, we made him up, maybe anyone would get bored of everything after the first thousand years...
... except logically, no, we wouldn't. Look at how much the world has changed. The whole of human history, all over the world, could anyone really see it coming? I know we love the bits of history that say humans have always been human, but also love the bits that are just... so much of the world we live in would be wildly new, undreamt of, and it is brilliant.
Any time I feel stuck or like the future's... 2020 and then some, I have to stop myself. Because really. What do I know? What do any of us know about what might be? The future is wild.
And usually you get that sense watching science fiction, and I do like seeing people racing starships, but I also just get a really heartening perspective thinking about human civilisation aka what this one man lived through.
And still wanted to live.
To be part of it.
It's brilliant.