The reality of existence.

Having observed decades on earth about men and women who had one time or the other aspired and burned with immense passion for satisfaction and luxury, i carefully observed that yet, non of them ever got satisfied, so tell me what's worth dying for , known or unknown, substance or non-tangible, name or fame, all of them; is it not a matter of days and some degrees of tempeartures under the weight of dust.
On the same dust we have toiled and cultivated, as a matter of fact from the same dust we all have came out, plus the help of the infinite divine being, we became living, but for sure, that same dust shall be the best witness against us or for us, for when we shall return to it, then we shall see how our days on the earth had being like.
Nothing is worth dying for except God, i think i am tired of trying to make you understand my words, spend some years trying to please yourself and see what becomes of yourself when you die.