Life is transient, life is short, so in all we do we must remember that we have a limited time to live here on earth, and with every passing day death draws nearer.
What matters most is what we are remembered by when we leave this plane.
Death is inevitable but then it is also the very thing that heralds the end to every man's turmoils.
John Keats in his poem "Ode on a Grecian Urn", he described the transient nature of life and ended by saying, "Beauty is truth, and truth beauty"