
Achlys
So tired...
- Apr 23, 2022
- 143
I hear others say that they want to leave their mark on the world. That they want to be remembered. They want to do good. They want to help people. They want to be recalled fondly for posterity—a legacy to persist for an eternity in their stead. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has heard others express dread at the notion of how minute they are amidst the grand scheme of the world, of the universe.
But what is so wrong with fading into obscurity? I do not want to be remembered, nor do I want a funeral. I don't want my name written in books or spoken aloud, nor do I want photos of me to live on. I'd rather not be a martyr for the 'crisis' of suicide, least of all. I find our relative insignificance something to take solace in, not resent.
I know I won't exactly possess the faculties to feel bad about others remembering me after my death, and I know it's not my place to prevent those close to me from mourning my eventual demise, but I cannot change how I feel. Anyone else feel similarly?
But what is so wrong with fading into obscurity? I do not want to be remembered, nor do I want a funeral. I don't want my name written in books or spoken aloud, nor do I want photos of me to live on. I'd rather not be a martyr for the 'crisis' of suicide, least of all. I find our relative insignificance something to take solace in, not resent.
I know I won't exactly possess the faculties to feel bad about others remembering me after my death, and I know it's not my place to prevent those close to me from mourning my eventual demise, but I cannot change how I feel. Anyone else feel similarly?