We only got one life.
Everything that you have or had won’t matter sooner or later; the ones that looked and felt so important to you will become obsolete. The constant pressure of making a living and a will to survive robs us off of the life in the present moment. Can we stop for a minute and look? They say we won’t take anything to the grave.
Isn’t it strange? They use death to motivate us for a happier life and life to chase things that push us closer to death?