The hectic nature of everyday life only becomes more drastic and worsens with time. Some never feel the pain, others never feel the joy. Time is not taken to enjoy the simple pleasures anymore- are we truly that busy? Or do we go through life each day, impatiently waiting for it to come to an end so we can move on to the next, and so forth only because we take comfort in the thought of happiness after death?
Death is commonly looked at as both the end, and ironically, the light in darkness. No one knows what is next and if there is nothing, would people still choose to live, or would they take there vary life? If there is nothing after death, is there no point in life beyond to recreate and pass it on?
The idea of happiness after happiness and life after death is what we have convinced ourselves of only to make life more bearable