Many times I find myself wondering what are we living for? One day we will cease existing and all our grades, our gossips, our laughs will not matter. This led me to wonder what matters after we are dead, what are we leaving behind?
One thing I know for sure is that Life goes on. I kinda find it hard to picture but after we die, Life is gonna continue, people are gonna live their life, there will be another generation and next and next, and you won’t be there.
So what is it that really matters?
What are the things we leave behind?
We leave behind how we made people feel, for what we did, for who we are, for what we achieved.
“What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?”
And it is for this remarkable thing that we are gonna leave behind. Aristotle, Marilyn Monroe, Shakespeare, although they are dead, they are still remembered, are thought of.
Another thing we leave behind is our stories, the stories we tell, the stories we share, the stories we live everyday that is called life.
“If I tell you a story, even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes other people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinitesimal change ripples outward – ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter – maybe less than a lot, but always more than some.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
So, In the end we all matter to each other in some way or the other. After we die, maybe they will remember us, maybe they will remember our stories, maybe because of what we did or maybe they won’t.
We shouldn’t live lives just to make an impression on someone’s mind, to be remembered (although that is a great thing), we should live life to feel alive, to be. To be that living, screaming, breathing person that you are. And I think that is what matters.