dead and forgotten, da world goes on like nothing happened Options

[ParanoidAndroid]

I was watching Full Metal Alchemist one time and in the end of the episode, the main character (Ed) said how when something dies, it can just be forgotten. Though a few people are sad, the world will go on, blooming flowers, radiating sun. Then I read another book called Disquiet Heart and the same concept goes with it. "Though she is gone, the world just goes on. How can the world not end along with her life?" I kept thinking about this and I thought how sad it would be if I died and the world would just go on happily like I was just mere dust blown away. When someone I love dies, idk what I will feel. Maybe I'll be asking the same thing, "Why can the world not end along with his/her life?" Back then in ancient times, heoroes could be easily remembered for slaying something huge or winning a war, but today, not even a police man's name can be remembered or a firefighter... Like I said, the world will go round and round like nothing happened.

What do you think about this? I just want to hear out what people think of when they think of death... When I think of death, I think of the exact same thing I just mentioned

[*mipadi*]

I once thought it would be important to become so memorable that your name would live on, generation after generation, like Plato or Socrates or Shakespeare, but it suddenly dawned on me: Why does that matter? Why is it even important to live on like that? The only reason I care about living right now is because I enjoy life, and more importantly, I enjoy living it with those around me. The only reason I work hard to accomplish goals is for personal satisfaction, and so others around me--people I care about, like my parents, or my brother, or my friends--will be proud of me. When I'm dead, that won't matter. I'll be dead. Who cares what people think of me? Even if I could still somehow know what people thought of me, would it matter if I did something so important that people in five hundred years still talk about me? In the end, they're only proud of my ideas, not of me personally, so who cares? No, I'm not afraid of death, or of not being remembered; those who matter to me now will remember me when I am dead, and I don't really care that much about anyone else. Furthermore, when I die, I won't care, because I'll be dead and I can't care; and those around me might be sad, but at least they can be happy that they are still alive. At any rate, I'd rather have people remember the great things about me when I was alive, rather than focus on the sadness of my passing. People die and that's unavoidable, so instead of trying to avoid death and the associated sadness at any cost, why not rejoice in one's life instead?

[demolished]

I once thought it would be important to become so memorable that your name would live on, generation after generation, like Plato or Socrates or Shakespeare, but it suddenly dawned on me: Why does that matter? Why is it even important to live on like that? The only reason I care about living right now is because I enjoy life, and more importantly, I enjoy living it with those around me. The only reason I work hard to accomplish goals is for personal satisfaction, and so others around me--people I care about, like my parents, or my brother, or my friends--will be proud of me. When I'm dead, that won't matter. I'll be dead. Who cares what people think of me? Even if I could still somehow know what people thought of me, would it matter if I did something so important that people in five hundred years still talk about me? In the end, they're only proud of my ideas, not of me personally, so who cares? No, I'm not afraid of death, or of not being remembered; those who matter to me now will remember me when I am dead, and I don't really care that much about anyone else. Furthermore, when I die, I won't care, because I'll be dead and I can't care; and those around me might be sad, but at least they can be happy that they are still alive. At any rate, I'd rather have people remember the great things about me when I was alive, rather than focus on the sadness of my passing. People die and that's unavoidable, so instead of trying to avoid death and the associated sadness at any cost, why not rejoice in one's life instead?

Life is too short.