The idea of an eternity scares me. Be it in a religious context of a heaven, or a future where our conscious can be uploaded into a server where we can live perpetually without consequences. What would, then, be the beauty of anything? The beauty of life exists on the basis that everything is all so ephemeral. For a person that is always leaving, I have probably found comfort in that thought.
I love the night skies, with a blanket of little flickering stars bringing the night to life. Perhaps it is the idea of us, individuals, as a little light in the endless darkness. Insignificant and tiny, yet in the brief moments where we shine, we each live to experience stories that could be told for centuries. The moments of bliss, pleasure, triumph and love are beautiful, for they exist for a tiny fleeting moment before disappearing into eternity. And that is what makes anything and everything worth while. At least that is what makes my life worthwhile.
“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” – David Benioff