I'm starting to realize that no matter what I do I will not change the future.
I may make a difference but no one ever gets remembered forever, long after they pass.
The relationships, the footprints, hair follicles, thoughts, words, they will all be gone someday, obliterated into nothing... yet we all try so hard because being successful means being happy.
When I was young, I believed we were all ants in an ant farm being manipulated by the beings above us.
Soon I thought we were all just part of a book, a story, a novel which was already written for you.
From the moments you were born until the day you died, it was all there.
Sometimes I wish it were true so I know whether or not I would make a greater difference, If I would become happy at some point in my life or if all of this got to me and I gave up.
Saying goodbye too early and never seeing the true beauty of the world around me.