Awareness of the transience of life brings dynamism to it

Remembering death means living for real. This means to understand that your time here is limited, and that it is foolish to spend it on embarrassment, resentment and empty dreams. This means doing, not thinking and fearing.

This is to call those you miss and who miss you, hug those you want while they and you are still here. This is to invite for dinner  the one you like. And do not bother what he thinks about you or that he can refuse. This means giving yourself and others complete freedom to think and do what you really want, and what makes you happy.

Someone doesn’t like this. This is to allow yourself to stop looking back at what is being said behind your back. This is to allow yourself not to know where you will go tomorrow. Indeed, truly, allow, feeling it is both pain and joy, knowing that they are leaving without traces.

In one legend, the turtle asked the Buddha how to become a dragon and start flying. The Buddha told her that she could fly only if she stopped clinging to the armor and all those “values” that she had accumulated under it for 500 years. So according to this, remembering death means starting to fly.