stop. stop what you are doing, stand still, and think for a few moments. think about what would happen if you were to suddenly cease to be. who would miss you, and why? who would you like to be missed by? would any useful thing go unfinished - or unstarted? think yourself away from this world. the hole you would leave, or the lack of such a hole. even the biggest of us, the most engaged, the most brash and forceful, the unflaggingly ambitious are forgotten; soon by most, eventually by all.
make your short presence worthwhile for as many as you can. and painful for as few.
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Oh, you would be surprised who/what you come up with. Being depressed as long as I had been this was a thought that ran through my head constantly - and even now I wonder every day, esp. with my little man now. We all leave our own little footprints in the sands of the world, unfortunately more than a few get washed away with the tides. /pie
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