This is what my body was made for.
The fact is, we're going to be dead someday, and I don't care how important we are or how much money we make, how refined our taste is in wine, music, clothes, literature, art, women. Those things are great, but there's just no escaping that your life begins and ends in your own body, your health, your ability to talk to that girl with confidence, smile in the face of sobering news, senselessly lift heavy objects, swim great distances across various geometric figures, test your mortality, shatter some glass, eat an apple, tear across the plains and run down a bloody gazelle.