As a fan of "metaphor-as-basis-for-understanding", I concur.
   [I'm a big fan of George Lakoff's work for that reason]

   Since Hamlet was speaking subjectively, so shall I:

   I reconcile death thusly:

   a) I needn't be here.
   b) I am here.
   c) I did not choose to be here.
   d) Yet I am here.
   e) This is good.

   From a perspective of history, I am:

   Kenneth Udut: Born 1972 - Died ????

   I did not choose 1972.
   Nor did I choose ????

   It's likely I might have made different choices; that's what
   what imagination is for, among other useful things.

   So, what am I then? I am not my birth? I am not my death? What
   must I be?

   I'm the -

   This is my reconciliation with death and what brings me
   gratitude. The things not of my choosing were not of my
   choosing. Historically I am the - between two sets of numbers I
   did not choose. This is my time.