Have you ever wondered,
How many of your loved ones will come to your funeral?
Or maybe not.
The day you will die, the universe won’t even blink once.
Why would it?
The strangers will be laughing on the same road your coffin just passed by,
Your name will be spoken less in a year.
Existence will be reduced from presence to photographs,
from photographs to rumor, then from rumors to nothing at all.
Within three generations,
you’ll be biologically irrelevant. Your great-grandchildren will not know your voice.
Within five generations, your existence will vanish from conversation.
Within ten, even your genetic influence will be diluted.
But there will still be a few people who will grief,till grief will grow tired of itself.
Your favorite song will still survive,
but not because of you. IT NEVER DID
