It is all there is to it

Human lives are teleological by nature, without which, there can be no derivation of meaning. Like a story, one apparently must have an end in mind whenever one undertakes an action, although sometimes the journey, as always said, matters more than the end, still, there must be an end. Still, it is with Death at the end of the human life that probably establishes meaning in our otherwise meaningless existence. Immortality is a curse. Or perhaps you have heard it already.

And so it is with the human life that I subsume myself into, unrealistically that may be, it is the only realistic path. That I should find love, and hence, watch myself grow old with each evening, and inch ever closer to impending death. That is the life of a human.

This reminds me of the Lord of the Rings ending, where everyone boards the ship to some faraway place, where one doesn't die, ironically, it is with death that they become immortalized.