Want to be remembered...

Here I am again... Writing about an existential thingamajig... To be honest, I'm afraid of being forgotten.

You see, in ancient Egypt, the worst thing that could ever be done to a criminal is to have all memory of them be removed from the world because of the criminal were forgotten, he couldn't exist in the afterlife.

They'd cross out names, burn scrolls and other records of that person. So when that person was dead, he'd truly be dead. Just gone, nonexistent, finito.

What I want... Is to be remembered by the world. I know it makes me sound stupid, but I just can't stop yearning for a place in history.

I want people to look back and say "This guy was something." To acknowledge that I existed. I'm bisexual, and chances are, I'm never gonna have children... So I guess that means I won't be able to leave behind a legacy.

Maybe I got into writing again because I'm desperate? I mean... I love to write, and finishing each chapter satisfies me, but let's be honest. They're shit. They're worthless. I'm nothing compared to the big authors like James Patterson or Stephen King.

Hell, I'm nothing compared to anyone... Anyone can type on a keyboard. Anyone can write. Even if it's cringy, it's probably better than mine.

Why do I keep writing? Why do I keep trying when I know it's never going to amount to anything? If I could just get my stories out there... If I could be at LEAST be remember by the MLP fandom, I could die in peace.

Whoever you are out there... Don't die forgotten.

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[Anonomis]

Everyone leaves some kind of legacy. Just remember, the dead aren't truly dead. They only die when no one remembers them or speaks their name. So long as you have done something, than you have left your mark.