We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?
Richard Dawkins
(Unweaving the Rainbow)

You get to write a page in the Book of Life, Anduwu.
One single page.
Your page will be as important and notable as any other page.
So... what will you write?

We all change. From before birth until after death. That is the point.

The contradiction lays in your own duality of life and death.

Stop making the extremes as the points of purpose.

Life is change.

Because what choice do we have?

It's what we do while alive that counts.

If you question the point of living as you do, you suggest you think life is pointless.

Make one up. You got a life. Figure out something fun to do with it.

Maybe there is no point. Surely that's a possibility

The thought of resurrection is a palliative.

Ever hear of love?