As someone who considers himself an aspirer for spirituality, I've developed and continue to develop this almost intimate relationship with the idea that I will die, and I try to make sure that I understand this. Every. Single. Day.
In some absurd manner, it brings me a great deal of comfort, if not a great deal of motivation to live my life. To embrace the lows and highs of everything; perhaps, the best of all, is the fact it allows me to be free from the notion that I'm a prisoner in an economy.
Let me explain this in a story:
There is this very popular concept called "Die Before you Die." In layman's terms, it deals with the death of the ego.
One time, a Muslim Sufi Scholar in a credited university was teaching this course that housed many many students of various beliefs. Some, with no beliefs at all. Some agonistic. A whole spectrum of it:
The man, teaching this concept, asked them to write an essay about what they would do, if they were told they had only 6 months to live:
The students got creative! Some even illustrated the sexual fantasies they wanted to live, some spoke of daring heights and sky diving.
After recieving these essays, at another point, he asked, write as if you had 3 months to live.
This is where the submissions made a turn for serious matters. Some said participate in NGO's, go to africa, feed the poor. Some of course still made out a more creative bucket list.
And finally, the scholar asked them to write something if they had only 6 hours:
The submission would be an emotional storm; many spoke of reaching out to families, their loves ones. To forgive or seek forgiveness.
The moral of the lesson? It is knowing that you will die that should motivate you to live and accomplish everything that truly matters.