Sometimes remembering that I am going to die brings a big smile to my face. There are countless instances within a week of my life where I mess up, make a fool of myself, do or say the wrong thing and generally just have reason to berate myself. In those moments, when I am beating myself up over something, remembering that I am going to die eventually suddenly puts the thing that was bothering me into perspective and reminds me how trivial so much of what we let bother us really is. I challenge you to think about how death would affect your own daily failures and mental battles.
