Anytime you wake up in the morning and are able to get out of bed and stand up is a beautiful day.
I've never wanted to transfer my brain into a machine. Isn't it wonderful to feel the floor under your feet? To smell the air? To taste a steak? To hear the bees? To see the leaves? To hold your partner?
Every day is an opportunity to enjoy your life.
I don't really know what kind of a man I am, because I have never volunteered to face death.
Not much. And this is coming from someone who hasn’t voluntarily faced death or consciously experienced the threat of it.
I respect both views. I guess it takes some Janusian thinking skills [1], for me at least, but both perspectives are worth it.
[1] https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/creative-exploration...