I don't really get the point of life. Aren't we all going to die in the end anyway?
Of course we are, and isn't that amazing?
Doesn't that make the time you have so absolutely, wonderfully incredible? The knowledge that your story shall end, and it could happen in a trillion radiantly different ways, yet the tale is told on. When we watch a play, listen to a song or read a book, we don't focus on the fact it shall end. We thrive in the telling, we relish the tale and all of it's sparks and pitfalls. To stop and appreciate the fact that even though our story is rushing past our heads, we can still enjoy it any way we like.
Life isn't short, life is longest thing you'll ever experience. Your individual never-ending story. The point of life isn't to prolong your tale, or to focus on the end at all.
You have to relish the epic of your life, so when it's published and printed you can say that yours is a story worth the telling.