My Faulted Stars

I've just read The Fault in Our Stars. Now I'm not here to review it our spoil it so don't worry.

I was just thinking about Augustus' views on death. I began to realize how they were similar to my own. He fears that a life not remembered is a life unlived. I feel the same way.

It’s like the age old question; “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it; does it make a sound?”

If a life is lived and no one is there to remember it, was it really lived at all?

It reminds me of when my mother tells me I’ve tried a food that I think I haven’t.

‘You tried it when you were younger,” she’d say, “You just don’t remember.”
But that’s just it. If I don’t remember eating something, then it may as well have not happened. Because I still don’t know what it tastes like. Ergo the experience is still fresh and new to me.

That’s how I feel about death. It’s this inevitable and scary thing. It makes you feel completely out of control. The only way to feel back in control is to want to be remembered. Death makes goals feel meaningless. But the goal of being remembered literally goes beyond death. Continues past it. 

Today's song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Wa7dFR09vU&index=6&list=PLgYlI0M1tXcmatlc0y6UyPbqNROOylL9U