‘What is the worst part about dying?’
I thought about it a lot. For me, it’s not about when or how I died, but about who will remember me after I died. I’m always thinking about who would remember me. Would there ever be someone who will remember me? Will it be the good or the bad thing they will remember?
‘Am I even worth being remembered? ‘
I have no idea. I know that I have done some pretty stupid things, but don’t we all? We are humans, so of course, we all make mistake, but to define what we are worth remembering about is hard to say.
So to my final conclusion; the worst part about dying is about being forgotten. To be one of the million other people who died on this earth - forgotten.
Comments (0)See all