Modern Gilgameshi

Clicking by chance in a foreign article, she encounters my favorite actress Julia Roberts in an interview. Among her honest lines, she says: “I'm risking my career because of the wrinkles in my face because I don't do the botox and I'm against any intervention.” This story hit me like a silent lightning. At that moment, my mind flew off, not to the movie world, but to another text much older, much more philosophical, “

This ancient book, written some 3,000 years before our Common Era, is perhaps the first manifestation of the greatest questions man has dared to ask: What is life? What is death? Can we live forever? Gilgameshi, the mighty king of Uduk, terrified of the death of his friend Enkidu and first faced with the fragility of life, sets off on a long, painful journey to find the cure that would make him immortal.

But this story is not just a myth of the past. It is the mirror of an obsession that still follows us today: the desire to challenge time. The XXI man is a modern Gilgame. Only now it doesn't start through legendary deserts and rivers, but through aesthetic clinics, plastic surgery, botox and products that promise permanent <x0...

Kosovo today, like any other country, is filled with surgical clinics. Aging is seen as a failure, wrinkles as a sign of weakness, while faces frozen by interventions like trophies of artificial youth. This is no longer mere fashion, it is modern philosophy: immortality through the illusion of physical succession.

Julia Roberts, in a world where the film industry has measured its beauty with its youth, has chosen not to follow that path. As a kind of modern Enkidu, it acknowledges the nature of man, the stream of time, and above all the dignity of aging. It reminds us that immortality is not in stretched skin but in the presence of the soul in the courage to live with our truth.

Gilgameshi, at the end of the journey, finds no cure for immortality. But find something more valuable - meaning. He realizes that immortality comes, not from challenging nature, but from living a life of value. Like him, we can pause for a moment and ask: What are we looking for eternity? On the face without wrinkles or the memory we leave behind?

In the end, perhaps all that remains is what we have created as the word, as love, as truth. And this is the closest drug to immortality.