Legacy

I’ve been thinking endlessly about the meaning of, well everything. In simpler terms “what is the point?”. Faith eludes me, yet a belief in something greater crosses my mind every day overshadowed still by a fear of growing old and what happens after we pass. All the pain and suffering, endless hours spent trying to make it in a system we invented. What is the point if there is nothing after?

I try my hardest to believe there is more, that death is peace. Unfortunately, as history has shown, beliefs cannot be forced upon one’s mind. History, the great archive of humanity's biggest successes and mistakes, a place where legacies are cemented for generations. A place I wish to wind up, I don’t want to be forgotten after I die as I so often was while alive. I can’t stay alive forever but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the memory of me does.