I remember when I was in school, several relatively prominent humanities professors had died, and I was amazed at how old they all were. I think, on average, they all died in their mid to late 90s. And then, when I began to reflect on how they lived their lives, by reading interesting books, writing about issues that they had a passionate interest in, and not having to worry about their next pay check, it it all began to make sense, that the tonic for longevity is nothing more than a happy and secure life.
But, of course, it is depressing that in modern life that particular tonic is so scarce and that so few of us get to live that life. Not that happiness is necessarily scarce, but certainly security (and security tends to breed happiness).
But, of course, it is depressing that in modern life that particular tonic is so scarce and that so few of us get to live that life. Not that happiness is necessarily scarce, but certainly security (and security tends to breed happiness).