Life is Delightful

To be alive is a precious gift. Whether we’re in human form or are an insect, every one of us inherently knows that being alive is special. Every creature will valiantly struggle to stay alive, whenever death threatens. Nature has placed a tremendously strong drive in every one of us to hold on to our life.

One reason we embrace life so dearly, I think, is its promise to bring us countless forms of delight. The taste of exquisite food, the sight of a sunset sky, the love of another person—these are rewards we experience, and experiences from which we take great joy. Watch a bird soar, a dog chase a ball, a bear dive into a stream full of fish—and know that animals have the same ability to experience delight.

Some folks might point to a gloomier side of life, however. Life is fragile, they would say. We constantly are but a heartbeat away from death. Circumstances beyond our control can snatch this existence from us at any moment. We face constant threats. An animal inherently knows that it can be eaten—that a predator may lurk around the next bend. These threats can dampen our joy of life and fill us with dread.

Additionally, we humans fear death in our own special way—burdened with the knowledge that our mortality may come calling the next minute. Disease and violence may rob us of this precious life, and there may be little we can do about it. As Carlo Strenger (a philosopher and psychoanalyst) puts it, “…we all need protection from the unbearable knowledge that we are mortal.”

Rather than let these dark thoughts intrude on our enjoyment of life, I believe we can allow them to heighten our sense of the preciousness of living. Life’s very fragility and shortness makes it all the more cherished. Gold and diamonds are valued by many people simply because they are rare and thus expensive. Isn’t it the same for life?

Another author I have learned much from—Bernd Heinrich, a biologist—describes how we all (humans and animals) do things out of an urge to survive, without any conscious understanding of why we do them. We act in so many ways to enhance our staying alive. Why do we do this—simply to hang on to this existence or to take delight in all that life brings us? Heinrich also ponders the drive to stay alive, not as an effort to become immortal, but just to taste those delights. He writes, “I try to imagine what it would be like if I had the assurance that I’d never die, and wonder if life would be so sweet.” It seems to me that immortality would probably be excruciatingly boring.