Like it applies to every object on this earth, a life too is subject to depreciation, discount, wear and tear, bad debts and wastages with hardly a little amount of it left to live and that too on moment to moment basis. Jeevem Sharda Shatam (wish to live a life of hundred years) is the Vedic saying but it practically boils down only to a too little percentage of it if indispositions, ailments, bottom low forms, cloudy moods, desperate moments, depressive tendencies, moroseness and too week levels of mental faculties are reduced out of it. Only lucky few ones are able to make it in full measure after certain essentially inevitable cuts. There are persons trying their best to console themselves like a close friend of mine and a poet of repute Awadhesh Pandey penned his otherwise quite well received a poem a part of which reads like this:
सच बोलूंगा सत्य कहूँगा
गीता की सौगंध कहूँगा
जिसको मरना हो मरे
किन्तु मैं नहीं मरूंगा।
(Death doesn’t concern me and this I say as a truth with faith. I am not afraid of death and it is for them to adore it who fear it as such)
This is so bold an expression capable of inspiring the people on earth and appears strong enough to prove life meaningfully worth it of course as against the very fact that the amount of a well meant aspired life at our disposal is too short.