Yes, but your will to live is tied to the US GDP. The higher the GDP, the stronger your will to live, the weaker the GDP the stronger your desire to end your existence. This might not sound so bad at face value but every politician on the planet has this information, your desire to live is an economic and political tool.
Who is Will, and why did he die?
This, of all, I wonder why.
When he left I felt the surge
Of pain flow though my heart and I
Thought back to all the Wills I’ve known
But none of them would cause such groan
To splinter in my heart like this;
I’d barely find a little moan.
So why at last, when chance is here
Should I cry, “Will should live!” with fear?
I only met him once but now
For all he is I shed a tear.
And so I wait with baited breath
At graveside—but with terror rings
The note of balance, weighing kings
And paupers on the scale; sings
That this one’s life, return’d on wings,
In recompense a great doom brings:
The rest of us will meet our death.
Will to live
Yes, but your will to live is tied to the US GDP. The higher the GDP, the stronger your will to live, the weaker the GDP the stronger your desire to end your existence. This might not sound so bad at face value but every politician on the planet has this information, your desire to live is an economic and political tool.
You get to live in the current world.
Insatiable cravings for sweets that no one makes or sells any longer.
Who is Will, and why did he die?
This, of all, I wonder why.
When he left I felt the surge
Of pain flow though my heart and I
Thought back to all the Wills I’ve known
But none of them would cause such groan
To splinter in my heart like this;
I’d barely find a little moan.
So why at last, when chance is here
Should I cry, “Will should live!” with fear?
I only met him once but now
For all he is I shed a tear.
And so I wait with baited breath
At graveside—but with terror rings
The note of balance, weighing kings
And paupers on the scale; sings
That this one’s life, return’d on wings,
In recompense a great doom brings:
The rest of us will meet our death.
Wish granted: It now requires active will to live, like manually breathing
Doesn’t come with extra happiness. You just get to live a miserable life in dim hopes it will ever get better.
P.S. On a serious note, there is hope and a good life, I just extrapolated the situation by adding will to live in itself. You deserve all the best!