In Memoriam

I was in the middle of my daily battle with my hair when I was suddenly confronted by my existence. A sudden thought popped in my mind and until now, I couldn't shake it off. It goes this way:

If i die tomorrow, will the world remember me? What legacy will I leave? What will the people remember about me? and for how long will my memory last?

I always wanted to make a mark in this world. I always wanted to make a change, maybe not in a big way but at least in my own little ways.

I was bothered by the thought that people will only remember me during All Souls Day or maybe on my birthday [which most promptly forgets even when I am still alive]. I remembered the peeling paints in some of the tombs we passed by the last time we went to the cemetery. Some of those buried in there have been dead for a long time that people sometimes only remembers them during holidays. Will I be like that? My body left alone in a deserted graveyard, rotting inside those tombs while the paint of my rectangular home is peeling and tearing as it is constantly hit by the wind, the sun and the rain. How tragic. Sad indeed.

But will people remember me? Or would I be like a character in some unknown, unremembered and unpopular movie who had existed in the lives of people but will eventually be forgotten as time passes by. Will people visit my grave? Will somebody still love me even if I am dead--a rotting corpse feasted upon by worms and maggots?

Maybe yes. Maybe no.