Life is for the living. Who knows for sure, but it appears we get one shot at it. There might not be any do overs, or any reward once it is over. I saw a comic once where a doctor examines a very old and frail man and says ‘You remember how clean living added 20 years to your life? Well this is it!’ It seems sad and unfair that living long ultimately brings suffering, but yet we are hardwired to live as long as we can. I suspect quality of life matters more than quantity. So eat well, travel, love many, learn new things, appreciate being alive and learn to be happy. I am not sure, but the purpose of life might be as simple as enjoying every moment of it.

Life is but a flash of light, 
briefly there for a moment bright.
Hardly seen before it's out of sight,
spent and swallowed by deaths forever night.

Life is tough with little flare,
it rewards souls who dare,
and ignores those who easily scare,
and always gives preference to the fair.

Life is incredibly precious and short,
yet many still manage to become bored,
while others want more time to consort, 
cavort, contort, extort or exhort.

Life is but a small slice of time,
and wasting it feels like a serious crime,
so live yours fully and I’ll live mine,
while allowing each other a place to shine.