We are born once and cannot be born twice, but we must be no more for all time. Not being master of tomorrow, you nonetheless delay your happiness. Life is consumed by procrastination, and each of us dies without providing leisure for himself.

- Epicurus, the 14th Vatican Saying

The topic of death has been playing on my mind recently. I have blogged about death previously, but my most recent post, combined with the blog entry of a friend, has motivated me to revisit the topic. The more I consider matters, the more I feel that Epicurus is correct.

The image of Death as the Grim Reaper is responsible for much of the structure of our society. Together with Birth, it provides a narrative structure of life, with a beginning and an end. There naturally follows a desire to be able to tell a good tale – to give the ending some drama and meaning – much like the successful denouement of a play.

This encourages us to measure our achievements against those of others, to consider our status in the eyes of the world and in posterity. Will our descendants speak fondly of us, will others still read our wisdom after we are gone, will some part of us thus live forever? All of the structures of society stem from these core concerns.

The problem with this way of thinking is that it forces us to view Life as an unfinished work-in-progress, not to be considered complete until we die. This is a dangerous way to interpret our existence as it encourages us to procrastinate happiness in favour of working on our image. What is the true value of respectful descendants, or the admiration of a future world, or a glowing place in the history books, when we are dead?

I would argue, there is none. It can offer us no joy after we are gone.

Thinking and planning ahead is always going to be part of ensuring joy over our entire lifespan, but essential planning should not be allowed to mutate into indefinite procrastination of pleasure. The true value of Life is not in the tale that will be told of us after we are dead, but in the joy of the living.