Thinking about… futility.
How we, as people, fight so hard to define ourselves… to figure out how we, as individuals, are distinct from others.
But in the end, no matter what you do, everyone dies, everyone fades away from memory…
It scares me, while at the same time it inspires me to do something worthwhile with my life. If my life is to be lived, it may as well be lived well, in the manner in which *I* want to live.
It also makes me want to do something in life that I WILL be remembered for… however, the reality is, that would be very difficult to acheive.
*shrug*
