A Race to the grave??

A friend of mine always argued that life is nothing but a rat race to the graveyard. I think I have equal rights to talk about life then and here I go.
Living and survival are two entirely different things. Survival may be a race, but living is what seems cardinal. Or else, people who die prematurely, committing suicide would be glorified as winners in this "race".
This is where I differ from Darwin's statment - "Survival of the Fittest". The fittest lives. The weakest manages survival and finally, flounders.
So, who's better? Is life then a race to the grave???

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