Death awaits us all. The moment we open our eyes and take in our first gasp of air, we began our inevitable walk towards death. Every life, every death. All of us will face this in just two ways: either we die in peace or we die in violence.
Tomorrow, some of us will go to church and take part in that ritual called " Ash Wednesday". It is when we remind ourselves of our mortality and our inevitable fate.
People are like winds that blew past and simply go where the forces of the universe dictate. Life is like a wind that blows fast and hard and soft and gentle, and fades away. Our bodies are likened to ash but life, itself, is comparable to the wind.
What would be left is how people talk about us. Those pharaohs are being talked about because of their pyramids, some, like Karl Marx, is still being discussed animately by people because of his influence in other people's perceptions and work.
What we leave behind are our contributions to society. It is not our monies. Money cannot guarantee that people will remember you, but your kind works will do the trick.
Every man can build his own pyramid of good works and sayings that people will swap stories with. Every man can create his own wonderful works for all the world to see and marvel.
Think---those who live forever are the philosophers, not the kings they counselled with.
Think---those who live forever are the painters, and not the people whom they drew their inspiration from.
And think---those who build those majestic buildings are never remembered---only those who financed it.
Life, however short, must be lived.
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