a teacher of mine told me to
make believe you had to write everything that you have on index cards, each thing on its own index card. then you take the millions of index cards and put them in a backpack. now, when yomim noraim come, our cards are spilled out of our backpacks and we have to ask for them back again. a person cannot go through life thinking that he’s autimatcally going to eat tomorrow, or have a mother, or be able to wake up. Hashem is close to us now more than ever and hears us -so ASK!