Accomplishments in life should be long-term and meaningful, not short-term thrills. Each one makes the threat of death, decay and old age seem a tiny bit less worrisome.
As the tides rise, eventually to drown us one by one in senescence and illness, I try harder to build things that will stand as monuments and withstand my death.
But still, Metallica's lyric above, from Unforgiven, still fills me with dread.
Is anything enough?