Fancy title to say "life is short".
Life is short.
In reminiscing my childhood and teenage years, I think about how many years are left before I can no longer experience this world. In only so many units of time measured by rotations around the Sun, we would only have been a collection of atoms organized in so and so ways, displacing from location to location over time, embodying a not-quite continuous series of memories and streams of consciousness.
Nothing matters in the end except perhaps for the meaning we give them. Yet I cannot help but feel urgency.
Time is precious; spend it with those whom you love.