If you're reading this, you're dying, too. It may take a year, ten years, twenty years, fifty years. But we all die. There is no escape. Even if someone creates an immortality potion, we are doomed to die billions of years in the future when the universe dies a heat death. It's not something I've thought about a lot, but if Steve Jobs said recognizing his own mortality was one of his defining moments in life then, well, we are all mortal. I'm quite confused about the fact that I'm dying. I am going to die. I accept that. After I die, there'll be very little to nothing left about me in the world. Once upon a time, I hoped to do something so great people will remember me even after I'm gone, but realistically, that will not happen. I'm not interested in marriage and having children too, which means I won't have any offspring to remember me or pass my genes on. I could accumulate a ton of money - a million dollars over the course of 30 years isn't that difficult, with thrifty spending and good investment - and then use it for charity causes or whatever and people will remember me after I die, but so what? Whoever I help with that money is going to die, too. Even the Earth is going to die when the Sun becomes a Red Giant, five billion years in the future. Nothing I do will have any consequence. Do I fear death? I'm tempted to say no, although if death is staring me in the face I might change my mind. If I'm honest with myself, I'm more afraid of old age than of death. To be disabled, to be able to do nothing except lie on the bed, that's ... very saddening. At this rate I might as well get myself involved in a war, go to Libya or Syria or something and get killed quickly. Die participating in something that actually has world-wide impact, and even though that still is as inconsequential as ever in the long run, at least I'll have done something. Thoughts on your own mortality?