Ink SpillThere is no person you can’t live without.
Since the dawn of man, all inevitably turn to ash.
Great men have risen through history. Some ruled, some invented, and some changed the fabric of society.
All the great prophets of the past, the leaders, the kings, the inventors, the philosophers, the builders, the writers, the teachers, the farmers, the workers, the rebels, the rich, the poor, your ancestors, they’re all buried underneath the dirt.
And the world has lived on while they surely have not.
In your life, no matter how dear someone is, no matter how much you rely on a person, thee person, know that their time is bound to come.
And your life will go on.
And maybe someday, some will rely on you to provide, teach, give wisdom, change, or better the future.
Maybe you will become someone in the world, but know when you’re returned to your grave, the world will live on, with you being in its remains.
And so is life.