I hate moldy bread!

I don’t think I am alone in my frustration when little green speckles appear on the inside of a new bag of bread. It’s true that potato bread molds slower than bleached flower and whole wheat even slower, but that is not the point, my car has a similar problem. Every three thousand miles my car’s oil begs to be changed (unlike many irresponsible people I do not let this inconvenience hinder my car maintenance, but I still get annoyed).
It seems like everything in my life is too temporary. The heals on my socks wear out, my computer battery is loosing life, and I can’t seem to remember the protagonist in the novel “Go Down Moses.”
Sure, sometimes it is refreshing to get a new beginning, like when I moved away for college, but eventually I would like to find a place where I can “settle down” (or not, I would just like to be in control).
Is it too much to want everything to last forever? Am I a victim of modern conveniences? Or am I just lazy? At least my water comes out of a faucet instead of a continuous refillable basin. I don’t think I could have made it growing up a century ago when they used a dried out corncob instead of toiletries.
Beyond Ideas like Jesus, Moses, Buda, Mohammed, and a few other intangible nouns, nothing lasts very long (I know the pyramids have been around for a little while, but I’m considering things that I can own and I don’t think even the smallest pyramid will fit in my back pocket). To go one step further, I think your brain will actually explode if you think long enough about the temporary status of Earth, the universe, and everything, including ideas (ahhh, what replaces blackness?).
But seriously, who wouldn’t love a car that never needs an oil change let along gas. I’m not saying that I want to live forever, but I think it would be cool to leave your car running when you die and rest in peace knowing that it will always be warm for a quick getaway, just in case.