At this point of age, questions come to us rapidly. Questions that don’t have answers. Questions that drop us into oblivion, make us wondering in the passage of time, or they could be the salvation to our naked souls. One of those cliche questions is “What is life?”. We have at least thought of this question once, and each of us made our own answer, one that we cling on. Mine is death. Death is the point where our lives end, and it’s the motive that makes us try to live life to the fullest. The ending makes us want to value what we are having, Without death would we ever take to time to create all those philosophies? Would everything be as beautiful as it is now? To be able to live and to die, that’s life.