Meaning of Death

No one lives forever.

Even the strongest and wisest among us all die someday.

All things have an ultimate ending.

All things eventually fall apart and vanish into oblivion.

We are nothing more than a tiny speck amidst the vast expanse of the universe.

And in the end, we too shall disappear into the nothingness of emptiness.

There is no way for us to stop this inevitable fate.

We are destined to die.

And one day, all of us will cease to exist.

No one should be surprised by this.

If this were not the case, then what meaning would there be in life?

What use is living if no one lives forever?

Life is fleeting and ephemeral.

Without death, it would be meaningless.

When one's life comes to an end, it does not matter what one has accomplished.

It matters only that one tried to accomplish something worthwhile during one's time.

So, why is it that we fear death so much?

Why is it that we are so concerned about living eternally and never fading away?

What could be more pitiful than living an endless, pointless, useless life?

What purpose would there be in trying to achieve immortality?

Would our lives lose all meaning then?

What would be the point of doing anything then?

Would not life, and everything else, be meaningless?

And if that is true, why is it that we strive to live forever and ever?

After all, we are nothing but a tiny speck in the universe.

How could any single person hope to matter if we did not need to die?

If we lived eternally, then we would have no reason to do anything.

We would have nothing to aim for or to fight for.

We would not have any need to live or struggle at all.

In short, it would be a meaningless existence.

And that is precisely why death is terrifying.

Death is the only thing that matters.

There is no meaning without death.