Truth to life...

To those of you who think you're a big deal of some kind well it's this very belief that takes away our need to actually become one. So here it is the truth...
When you die you will not be remembered by anyone but family who will die to. In 3 generations u will be listed on ansestory.ca and exist as nothing more than a link in a list and as far as anyone is concerned you never existed. So think about it, do you want to go like that and not have made your mark to live on as so...mething... I don't believe in god and all that spirit in the sky shit all I see it for is what it clearly is. We find it comforting to believe when when we die we'll go to a paradise where our spirit will live on forever, and we wanna think like this because the truth is epressing and terrifying. Everything that is your spirit will rot in the ground and eaten by rats and insects and you will exist as nothing but ratshit. And i wanna exist as moe than a memory in a family or like my kids being that mark on this earth no i wanna be someone and not one of those by the book bigwigs who make shit loads of money someone who actually makes a change. A one of a kind, because if i dont then life will've meant nothing and i might as well end it now, but no, I'm gonna live to create my mark, my memory and then ill go but not be forgotten. My point is while your here do something that people will remember you for. Make a difference in this fucked up world and live on not as a spirit but a legend but when you die no physical part of you will exist except your corpse in the ground and I know im not goin out that way before I die even if I need 2 die to place my mark my name will be remembered im not fading away with nothing to show for it. If im gonna die I wanna live on as a somebody whos name will be remembered for my significance.
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Interesting viewpoint. I

Interesting viewpoint. I never thought of life as being only a reason to be remembered. I do relate to contributing to leaving the world a better place, but that hardly takes being remembered. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "