It’s weird,how insignificant everyone is but yet how important we are. If I were to die, it would effect my parents, close friends and have some impact on the people in proximity to me. People might be sad, marking the day a tragedy, while, somewhere else, they’ll consider the day of my death to be the best day ever, not because I’m gone but because I have no effect on them. People will be celebrating birthdays, going to work and continuing their lives. They’ll never know nor will they really care about me being gone. It was like I was never there. I never even left a dint in the world. But at the same time I did leave a dint. Funny how that is.
