Visit cemeteries.
I cannot pass by a graveyard without feeling the gravitational pull.
A rock rolling down a hill may consider it’s moment of bouncing to be its life, but it will land, and it will lay motionless there far longer.
Your grave is waiting like a patient, wise, and forbearing spouse, while you run about here and there in the streets. “I know you will come back to me. Have your fun, but soon you will come home alone to me, and regret all the frivolity that occupied you and made you forget me”
Remember death. Remember your grave before you are in it remembering your life