I don't want to die knowing I haven't lived. I want to have happy and sad- bittersweet memories on my death bed, near my loved ones knowing that my infinitesimal existence- which in this vast enormous itself was a chance event, a mere miracle- has somehow collided with another soul that floats into this everlasting nothingness with us all.
I want to be remembered as someone ecstatic, blissful, unswerving; someone who painted your life with colors so vibrant that they leave an impression- a pleasant one. I want to be remembered as someone who walked with you on the gray's of your life, perhaps making the catastrophes of your mind passable. I want to be remembered.
I want all the elements to embody me, exist within me as we exist in conjunction. I hope my time here will be worthwhile. I hope that all my dreams will be my absoluteness ultimately.
───── I hope.
