Thousands have lived and dreamed.
Thousands of faceless people have died and been forgotten.
I fear becoming a part of them. I fear being forgotten.
What have I done in my Life that I will be remembered by the rest of the world? Nothing, it seems.
Maybe I will be remembered, by a few. But just a few.
How many people have I met, will meet, and know? I don’t know. Will I make an impact on their lives? All the lives I’ve touched, all the lives I will, the people who’s fate has been intertwined with mine, what about them?
Of the seven Billion humans on Earth, I am just one, an insignificant speck of dust in a desert. A single star amongst the millions in the galaxy.
I’m not the only one taking part in the never ending race of immortalising ourselves.
But what we all do, whatever we work for, will one day come to naught. The bank account whose balance increases every payday? You’ll never need so much money, it’ll pass on. The thoughts, principles, and wisdom you develop will die along with your mind.
Because when you’re old and sitting in a rocking chair, dependent on others for helping you get through your daily tasks, you’ll become a liability, bitter and misunderstood.
Your mind and body, which developed very quick in your younger years, will, in the same fashion, deteriorate. You will be forgotten, just another soul existing from Now, until your funeral.
I am afraid of this. I am afraid of becoming what I see many others have. Of losing touch with reality and being bitter- over a hundred and one things failed to be achieved in life.
The vacations you never took, the house you never bought, the endless time you spent in office hours, hoping to have a happy retirement but forgetting your family’s need of you. Not meeting your friends enough. Not asking a girl out. Letting things off till tomorrow. Not taking chances. Of never understanding the bond within your soul, and the fear of uncertainty that resides in your mind.
Ask yourself this: What have you done today that will matter 20, 25 Years from now?
Everything you are doing right now, and everything you will, is temperory. We all search for momentary happiness, hedonistic as we are.
One day, I’ll be dust, a burning corpse, known by many, mourned by few, and understood by none.
I have a dream, that once, I’ll strip naked my soul and the world will, in an epiphany, understand me, who I am, and who I want to be. And they will remember me.
To me, I’m an enigma. I’m an incredibly complex array of emotion and thought, stitched together by all I have perceived and felt, by all I’ve been through.
Yet I am a tiny lost soul, amongst a sea of a thousand lonely wanderers.
We were Meant to Live for so much more,
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live Inside,
Somewhere we live Inside.