I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end,nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting. Many a man has borne himself proudly on the scaffold;surely the same pride should teach us to think truly about man’s place in the world. Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cosy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigour, and the great spaces have a splendour of their own.—Bertrand Russsell
I am still young and too busy to think about a damned issue called death. Whatever unpleasant the short, past years brought upon me is already the past. Life is short. Every living one is previliged and lucky to be a living individual. I have my beloved girl, a new promising career to explore the mystery of life and vigor to embrace the vast unknown ahead. These are what make my life so wonderful.