Immortality
I am scared that when am dead and gone no one will remember me, that not a single person will have a single decent memory of me to keep my existence alive. Forget about after death, people have forgotten me even when am alive breathing, talking and creating nuisance.
Am trying to find myself. I was this very outspoken person and realizing that I regretted those outspoken acts of boldness too much, I chose to take the back seat, listen and observe but then I felt like that it is not me and I will soon be forgotten this way. So I decided to be bold again. No, I still regretted those acts of boldness.
These internal conflicts of mind never seems to find any end.
This is my life, my story but am either playing the role of an antagonist or am hidden in the backstage. I may not remember myself, who else will?! I have always failed to leave an impression upon people's heart, that, I guess, will never change.
But it makes me really sad to know that my existence will end with me, because recently I have realized the whole point of me struggling so much is to leave an impression on this world which will live long after I am gone.
Am trying to find myself. I was this very outspoken person and realizing that I regretted those outspoken acts of boldness too much, I chose to take the back seat, listen and observe but then I felt like that it is not me and I will soon be forgotten this way. So I decided to be bold again. No, I still regretted those acts of boldness.
These internal conflicts of mind never seems to find any end.
This is my life, my story but am either playing the role of an antagonist or am hidden in the backstage. I may not remember myself, who else will?! I have always failed to leave an impression upon people's heart, that, I guess, will never change.
But it makes me really sad to know that my existence will end with me, because recently I have realized the whole point of me struggling so much is to leave an impression on this world which will live long after I am gone.
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