In perusing the paper, I thought of Mary Oliver asking in The Summer Day, "What do you intend to do with your one wild and valuable life?" For me, the five every day memories are valid and significant, and I intend to make a duplicate of them and keep it close-by to rehash. I wound up mindful of death in an individual and cozy way when my dad kicked the bucket, when my closest companion passed on quickly and out of the blue of a cerebrum discharge, when different companions have passed on, and when relatives have kicked the bucket, every one of which passings shook me to different profundities. The passings of other individuals my age elevate my attention to death. Helping myself to remember the five day by day memories - that I am developing old, that affliction is a piece of my life, that I will kick the bucket (drop this body as I've come to consider it), that everything is transitory, and my activities particularly characterize me - assist me with remembering to focus on my activities, to adore and appreciate, and to not squander any of this valuable and brief life.