The truth is: each and every one of us and each and every normie is guaranteed one thing- death. Every one of us will end up 6ft under or burned to ash no matter how good we looked, who we fucked or how much money we had.
I was thinking about how even if I never have a wife or anyone who cares for me or loves me, if I die a “heroic” death everyone would respect and love me. Ppl who would’ve never even looked at me would be crying at my funeral.
If we live invisible lives and die a similar death, nobody will even remember us except family who will stop grieving after a year or less. Yet if u die pulling a kid out of the way of a car or something suddenly people sort of self sacrifice you’re suddenly a saint and a hero. Maybe to the victim’s family alone or maybe you even end up on the news or in some documentary. No matter what, you matter to someone more than you would with a full life of trying to be great or smth.
*The way you die outweighs the way you lived.*
Maybe at school your crush never talked or looked at you and you got bullied. If you die saving it from a shooting or something suddenly people would wish they knew you and the foids would regret how they treated you.
Maybe we should live like we could die whenever so that whenever we go it’s not just silent and normies would regret what they did or at least pity us and wish they got to know us.
I was thinking about how even if I never have a wife or anyone who cares for me or loves me, if I die a “heroic” death everyone would respect and love me. Ppl who would’ve never even looked at me would be crying at my funeral.
If we live invisible lives and die a similar death, nobody will even remember us except family who will stop grieving after a year or less. Yet if u die pulling a kid out of the way of a car or something suddenly people sort of self sacrifice you’re suddenly a saint and a hero. Maybe to the victim’s family alone or maybe you even end up on the news or in some documentary. No matter what, you matter to someone more than you would with a full life of trying to be great or smth.
*The way you die outweighs the way you lived.*
Maybe at school your crush never talked or looked at you and you got bullied. If you die saving it from a shooting or something suddenly people would wish they knew you and the foids would regret how they treated you.
Maybe we should live like we could die whenever so that whenever we go it’s not just silent and normies would regret what they did or at least pity us and wish they got to know us.
sorry
