They say that cats have nine lives. How lucky they are, to be able to surrender to falling from great heights and to find themselves resurrected. Some people would argue though, that it is a curse, rather than a blessing, to be immortal. Without a finite end to our lives here, isn’t it all a little, well, meaningless? You are not required to push yourself to the point of extinction to find a use for yourself. You are more than enough, as you already are.