When I was little I thought I'd live forever

When I was little I thought I'd live forever.

Then I knew about death, and I feared it a lot. The fear faded away as I was growing up and got engaged in more activities.

Then I went to college, and read Beauvoir. Her book Tous les hommes sont mortels made me realize being mortal is bliss. (Anyone who read the book should be amused to find that Green Mile borrowed her idea about how a man is cursed to live forever, alone, with a rat.)

Now I'm running out of time. They asked, for what? I said, everything. It's not that I'm still in my twenties so I shouldn't worry. Life is not about its length, after all. Need to organize my time better, then I'd be better at finding the meaning. Help me...