I live today, going about my daily routine made up of countless subroutines, comprising of a mundane course of events.
I die tomorrow -well, at least figuratively.
What happens next?
Whos to know. But what I do know is the life that I left behind; the people ,the places ,the days, the weeks, the months, the years. What I do know is that there was a world full of these things and that I was a part of it. That I tried to make a difference, no matter how unnoticeable or unworthy of anyones while. I tried to stand out. I tried to do my part amongst millions of others. I aspired and I inspired.
But if I were to die today, would you notice? Would you admit to this existence?
I know now, that I would.