Whenever I visit the cemetery, I always go around and look at the headstones of each person and try to calculate their age when they died. Some died when they were 72, 46, 53, 92, 13, 21, 64, 5. and then I try to imagine what their lives must have been, were they able to reach their dreams, did they leave any unfinished business, did a lot of people cry in their funerals... were they the person they wanted to be or at least the person they wanted people to remember by.
It's funny how even though how much we try to search for the meaning of life, even if we become billionaires, help a lot of people, or kill a lot of people, there's really just one thing that certain in life - death. we're all going, and who knows what will happen next, heaven or hell or reincarnation or just an eternal sleep, whatever it is - we're all going.