As john green had written so well in one of his books, "I wanted to be one of those people with streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity." I may related to having the sense, that is, of being purposeless. Unfortunately, I've seen that to gain purpose you may endure the depths of entirety in search; in many cases, as death draws near, so does the enlightenment in which we all so hope to find. We hope to find something of meaning, because no matter who we are or what hellish environment we may have come from, we are always longing to be something more. Undeniably, we all have a missing piece, in which makes us fight so willingly, in hopes of being the best we possibly can; whole. Sometimes I question this desire, because really, what does that do? In finding enlightenment, what really does it all affect? Naturally you'd assume it would make everything beautiful and without doubt, much more bearable. In reality I believe that if you spend every waking moment looking for the missing 1%, you'll never see the other 99. As it is, if you spend until your last breath searching for answers only you can provide, you've wasted your time. If by now you aren't convinced the search for the endless evaluation of your life's meaning is completely useless, I can only tell you the simple fact, that even if you were to be enlightened and rule over galaxies, nobody would remember.
Although it sounds peculiar, it is quite obvious that, no matter what you do in your lifetime, inevitably, it will be forgotten. For example, two of the most significant people in our history, Albert Einstein, and Adolf Hitler. Einstein was one of the greatest minds ever to live on the earth, as Hitler was one of the most demented. Both will be forgotten entirely in 200 years or so, because stories will cease to spread as generations will die and bloom on a cycle of countless trials. Based off of what I know to be the only reasonable truth, one century after your death, you will have never existed. Everything you did, all of the 'I loves you's you've ever said, every accomplishment and mistake, will be buried with you; all of your failures and triumphs will have never happened. Buddhists believe that what is recreated will always fall apart, so on a bigger scale, not only will every aspect of your life be unrecallable, but as the earth was made, it will one day wisp away into nothingness.
In everything that I just said, I have stopped my endless search. I search for a eureka. A moment in which questions are answered and burdens are lifted... and taking part in my own theory of being forever forgotten in the down spiraling timeline that is infinite, my search has stopped. Although I want just as desperately to be something more as the rest of the dreamers, the imprisoned, and the damned, I choose to focus on my 99%, and in the process of everything diverse, I will be enlightened in time; not for the everlasting will to be the most, but for the peace in which we all will receive in the embrace of our ending eureka. And instead of the mistakes made by many, I will lurk in the small treasures of life, letting large enticements remain still of the foolish. All of the small treasure I know will be found, individually, in the 99%, such as enjoying risks, and storms, stars, and flowers; and in all cases, the smallest joys will make being forgotten worthwhile, unlike the suffering of chasing the 1%.
And as this may pass you as being another piece of literature, I ask you to take this ending to heart: you, as a person could end any day, and any time, but before it ends you must choose how your time will be spent... because you're the only one who will remember. So let your remembrance be of the good, of the beautiful, of the risks taken- because, on a finale note, why in this twisted world of unknown and beautiful, evil, things, why would you spend your time drowning for what lies at the bottom of the sea, when you could be floating to a great perhaps... a journey were mistakes and names do not exist, as you're being forgotten.
