One of the characteristics of being human is we are aware of our own mortality.
Of course it may be something other creatures are also aware of, how would we know, but we tend to think it is unique to our species.
Sooner or later the point is driven home for all of us when someone we know and are close to dies.
Of course we don't want to accept it as the end and most of us maintain there is some sort of afterlife, because we are so important it can't just end.
Probably it was this struggling with death that led to the formation of our first religions or at least our first organized ones.
We have found burial sites dating back to very ancient times and to bury someone with valuable items indicates some belief that he or she will get to use them in some fashion.
Animals don't bury each other, they let nature dispose of their dead.
We on the other hand treat them as ongoing members of our family and society and take some elaborate steps to commemorate the dead.
When well known celebrities die unexpectedly it drives home the fact that life is indeed temporary.
Now we tend to brush off thoughts of our own mortality and spend our time worrying about quite trivial things.
The point is that while we need to do what we can to make the world better, the world will hardly notice when we are gone.
We all have a timer and while we don't know when it is going to end, it is and every day we spend miserable is one less day of joy.
They don't come back.
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