I read a book by Gala Galaction (La răspântie de veacuri – Wikipedia).
In it, it was said (my view on the matter; it’s not a quote) that life is like a segment on a line.
Even though the segment can be small (one year of life) or very long (110 years), that segment is made of an infinity of points.
Thus, living a life is a form of infinity, no matter if you live two weeks or 110 years.
