You know, the saddest thing about death is that you'll never be alive again. All those memories, ideas, and experiences will just vanish when the lights go out in your head.

And all the things you leave behind end up spanided among your family or sold to strangers.

And unless you achieve greatness, no one will keep your memory alive once your grandkids die. Because they'll have kids and grandkids who will never ask about you, because to them you never existed.

I guess that's why everyone loves social media. All that shit you post online will last until the servers die or your family requests your accounts be destroyed. It's the only legacy most people will have.

What a legacy to leave. A bunch of pictures of food you ate. Workout selfies. Vague bullshit fishing for concern. The occasional argument. Dead memes. Inside jokes. What a life. At least your work and relationship history is there. Unless you hide it, or never put it up. Funny how we conceal the important stuff.

And usually I'd just delete this draft and go to bed, but CE purges within a week anyway, and the post is so long nobody will read it.

May as well live while you're living. You don't get a second chance, and you'll die regardless.