"[illegible]" I have been looking at the matter of my own death and what it means to me, but I cannot find any way out of this dilemma. It seems that there is no escape from the cycle of life and death which we all must face. It has always seemed to me that our lives are like a river flowing towards its inevitable end. We can try to divert the course or build dams along the way, but ultimately, the water will continue on its journey until it reaches the sea. In my opinion, this is not necessarily a bad thing. The fact that we have an end gives meaning to our existence. Without knowing when something will come to an end, there would be no urgency or purpose in living. However, I also believe that we should strive to make every moment count. We should live each day as if it were our last, cherishing the people and experiences around us. This doesn't mean rushing through life, but rather being fully present in each moment. I think one of the greatest challenges for humanity is finding balance between accepting mortality and making the most of our time here on Earth. It's a delicate dance between fear and hope, despair and joy. But perhaps the real question isn't whether we should accept death or fight against it. Maybe instead, we should ask ourselves: How can we live so that when we do leave this world behind, we have nothing but good memories to take with us? What do you think? Is there any value in trying to extend life beyond its natural limits? Or is the beauty of life precisely because it has an expiration date? I'd love to hear your thoughts on these questions. Let's explore them together.