Finite Time and Meaning
The fact that our time in life is finite makes the moments more meaningful. Occasionally I stop and observe the moments I am in and the people I am with, taking stock of the value of the moment, of the fact that I only have so many of these. This might sound odd but when I do this I find beauty in almost every moment and I feel closer to the people I happen to be with.
This understanding of the finiteness of my time also makes it simpler to navigate the human experience. Even in difficult times I am forced to appreciate the human experience and value it for what it is since some day there will be no more time, no more experiences left to experience. This mindset in particular reminds me of a very difficult time in my life, one where I felt in despair, I somehow learnt to appreciate this time for what it was, a human experience, an important part of the story of my life.
I find the infinite much less beautiful than the finite. While I enjoy pondering the vastness of space, I don't like to think of it as infinite, in some sense the infinite devalues what exists for there is an infinite supply of it. There is beauty in the finite, I believe the finite nature of life and time makes it more valuable. Pondering our own lives and the time we have is important in my opinion, it helps us to prioritise and leads to more meaningful lives.