Thinking about your own death is a great way to bring your life back into prospective.
It focuses your thoughts and makes you appreciate what you have.
I’m still young enough to be able to count my remaining time in decades. But I’m old enough to realize that I’m not invincible, nor am I going to live forever.
Watching someone die over a period of time is also a great motivator.
I watched my best friends mom die a few months ago. She was 80 and still active until her last month. She got sick, went into the hospital for a month, and never walked out.
Her previous ailments didn’t substantially effect her lifestyle. But they all caught up with her at once. Her body just wore out.
My father died pretty much the same way. He lived until he was 85. Only the last few months were abnormal.
I can’t see the end of my life yet. But I can see the horizon. It might come in the form of a speeding truck. Or (hopefully) slowly creep up on me in old age.
Thinking about death always brings me back to the present. It makes me ask “What is the best way to spend this precious day?”