austere

i've been thinking a lot lately:

when we die, since nothing probably happens, you get to take nothing with you. you have no memories. you will not remember that you had all of the pleasure or lived the happiest life you think you could have. unless the happiest you could be is to make others happy.

how you felt is, in the end, irrelevant. your feelings and opinions die with you. their importance, more or less, dies with you. what matters - all that matters - is your impact on the world.

your legacy is not what people thought of you, but how you affected their lives. your legacy is helping or hurting others. mostly, it's small things. not everybody is going to find a cure for this or invent a machine that solves that or find a way to save the world, but each of us can be kind; each of us can make things a little bit better for everybody; each of us can save a part of the world for a little while.

either that or i'm just trying to justify the fact that i'm not doing what i really want to do.