Know what strikes me as strange, yet perfectly normal?
I feel like a movie extra all the time. While the plenty of the world goes out and makes history, me and several other billion people remain unnoticed by each other, and not to mention those people going out and making history.
I don't know, I just feel sort of small. Like no matter what I do... none of it is going to be remebered in a hundred years. People know the stories of great authors and world leaders and athletes and scientists. People tell their stories.
But who is going to tell my story? What's the worth of me doing anything if no one even remembers it? Just... why bother?
Just pondering. :)
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"the one thing we all have in common is that we all wish to be extraordinary"
then do something to be remembered. I often find myself pondering the same thing, will i be remembered by my grandchildren and no one else? will i write a book that actually catches? will i become a great lawyer or scientist? or even a military leader if i end up staying the course? its all so curiously awful and wonderful, because would anything be worth doing if we didn't have the goal to be remembered? and is there any worse fate than to become a statistic or nothing at all?
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