How does death change your perspective?

Winter is not my favorite time of the year. But if I were to die tonight and be able to look back on the things I leave behind; well winter may not have been the worst hurdle in my life.

Actually, it may have provided some of the most diverse, beautiful, and interesting elements of it.

But the question remains, how has my death changed my perspective? Don’t sweat the minor inconveniences.

So today I will try to make the most of what is available. A hike after work, perhaps? Did I even answer the question?