Human life is like a bubble which must burst after a brief while. To every man, death must come sooner or later. The only difference is that, to some is allotted a short span of life, and to others a comparatively a longer one.life is rightly measured by the amount of work that is done. The standard isn't the number of years but the volume of good work. The mere fact of longevity is of little consequence if it is only a long story of ill-spent years. Jesus Christ died when he was hardly thirty; Swami Vivekananda died before his forty; Napoleon, Alexander the Great died very young. And yet have left their impression on human history, on to shifting sands of time. So live every moment of life and do things which make you and others happy so that when you go away still everybody remember you and feel proud of you.
There is no discussion here. This would be better suited as a journal entry.