The Cosmic Beauty of Mortality

To quote Richard Dawkins, "We're going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones." While some may find this thought morbid, I find it rather liberating; the idea that the precious bit of life one has must be taken advantage of. To not be a colossal waste, everything must be done to the fullest and best of one's ability. 

Most, including myself, have thought "Man, I wish I could just live forever," but when one really ponders this alternative to reality, the prospect of finding true joy seems hollow at best. An immortal life lends to relegating everything to "tomorrow"-nothing ever being truly meaningful based on fully on the fact that it could happen again. Never truly appreciating life because it would never end.

So if given the hypothetical choice between the temporary or eternal, I would choose that which ends. While this choice lends itself to some form of loss, it at least renders some sort of appreciation to every day experiences. 

Yet in all actuality, this hypothetical proposition is obviously preposterous. In reality, this is life, and no one gets out alive. And while this may seem tragic, remember that this enables one to truly enjoy every waking moment of this short cosmic fraction of time called life.