Friday, August 26, 2005


sometimes i wonder why we are put here on this earth. most of us fritter our lives away, breathing, eating, shiting, working and playing. what do we contribute to this world? if any of us die, would we be remembered? and if we are remembered, how long would we be remembered? what is our reason for being here?

if i died right now, no doubt my family would miss me. maybe my friends. but for how long? how long before they stop mourning me and continue with their lives, like i've never even been in it? i'd like to think i've enriched their lives just by being in it, but i think we all know otherwise. so what's my reason for being here, now?