One of my greatest fears, the one that creeps into my thoughts late at night when I’m trying to fall asleep is that I’ll become nothing. And not just myself, but everyone. Only a small fraction of people in the world are still remembered today. And those that we do remember, their memories are forgotten. It sounds silly, but who is going to remember the time I got lost in the woods when I was five with my best friend when I’m gone? Or who is going to remember the day my best friends and I spent together at the park last summer that we all agreed was the best day of our lives?
My memories don’t make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but they matter to me and I almost want to cry thinking of them being lost.
Maybe I’m just overly sensitive, but I can’t stand the thought of being forgotten. Of anyone being forgotten. And when you think about it….eventually the whole human race will be forgotten. Just a small part of the universe, exisiting for merely a fraction of time.
I don’t know…maybe I just think too much.
