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It's odd and scary that no matter what you do in life, you're still going to die. No matter how much money you have or how little money you have or how famous you are or how many people care about you, you're going to wind up in a casket 6 feet underground.
I don't like this.
It's unfair, that people should spend their life worrying and fretting and trying to be successful just to wind up dead.
But, then again, that's life.
So yes, we're going to work our tails off and we're going to cry and laugh and we're going to lose people and maybe we'll end up successful.
But then what?
What happens after your legacy is over and your story is done and the curtains close? Do people really remember you, do kids in elementary school complain about doing reports on you?
What happens when you're the one in that casket and there are people standing over your grave crying and telling stories about how good you were and saying that you're in a better place and remembering?
Nothing. You're just…dead.
I don't like this.
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You can be remembered or you can be forgotten, and it all depends on whether or not you go tearing and ripping through the world like those people did. Some of them were famous on accident and some worked as hard as they could for it, but all of them are far more than a name without a face on a tombstone, and you and I my friend could be in that group some day.