I often consider life to be nothing more than an extended, drawn-out death. From the instant we are conceived we expend seconds that draw us nearer to the end of our "lives" or "journies of death." I'm aware that this concept would sound extremely depressing, pessimistic, and emo to foreign ears, but it is nothing of the sort. I actually find this extremely fascinating. If life truly is a prolonged death, then are we not living life, but dying it? Since the beginning of time actions have had consequences, is life nothing more than the pile of actions we perform and death the amassed consequences that befall us? According to dictionary.com life means "The interval of time between birth and death." But birth and death are two definite and distinctly whole and complete actions. What then, is the time between? Surely we are not born to achieve life; we are born into life. At the same time, it does not seem reasonable that we are born to achieve death; death is merely an action we are forced to perform at our oldest age. Perhaps life is the performance of actions that lead to the culminating effect of death. This would then make life=death. Living and dying are essentially the same thing. We are living life to eventually die, and we are dying to eventually be dead. Life is death and vice versa. Our actions guide us through life, while the consequences lead us to death. This schism of opposites eventually breeds singularity; when we are no longer living nor dying.