Everywhere I go I just find that people are the same everywhere: They eat, they sh*t, they start a family or they don't, they entertain themselves the best they can, they laugh, they cry, they fight, they help one, lie to another, they give and they take, and finally they die and the next day the sun rise again like nothing happened.
True.
That reminds me of when I was driving past a cemetery a few months ago and had these thoughts...
Nobody remembers the hundreds of people buried in the ground there. (Apart from the immediate relatives, if they are still alive).
All that remains of those hundreds of people lives, is a skeleton buried in the ground.
Their whole lives have vanished from existence and memory.
Our lives will simply vanish from the history of the human race after we are dead and buried, and only our immediate relatives may sometimes remember us. But when even they have aged and died, then even the
memory of us will no longer exist.
We all vanish into nothing.
After we have been buried for 40 - 60 years, we will have disappeared from history as if we never lived our lives at all!
We worry and panic about so many THINGS and SITUATIONS in our lives, EVERY DAY.
Why? When one day our existence - and how we lived our lives - will just vanish from history, forever.
Maybe in the future, long after I am dead and buried, someone might drive past that same cemetery, like I did a few months ago. They might see MY headstone - among the thousands of others - and they then might wonder about OUR vanished lives.