How should we deal with the fact that this life ends? No one longs for death or hopes for it, but when it comes near, there is no use to fall silent. According to a lame phrase you should strive to build a life so that you can die at any time. Still, it can be said that it is annoying to leave so early but nevertheless I had a good life. And a good life does not mean that every day or week or month is one celebration; there will always be shitty periods. So maybe the most important question is: Were you the kind of person you wanted to be?