We all die. But do we disappear?
We live in others through the lives we've touched, the words we've said, the love we've given. Not as ghosts, but as fingerprints.
Marcus Aurelius said, "Soon you will have forgotten everything. Soon everything will have forgotten you." But what if that's okay?
What if the goal is not to remain, but to have mattered even for a moment?
You will die. But what you were brave enough to feel, to suffer, to love that remains.
This is your immortality.
And this is the end.
Or perhaps, the beginning.