It's weird to think that this world will go on after I die. There'll be a world
without me as a part of it - I mean there was one for billions of years but for
me it began 27 years ago and it'll end for me when I eventually die.
I don’t care that I didn’t exist for so long but I don’t
like knowing I won’t be a part of the future. Why does the future seem
different to the past though? I feel like I’ll be missing out on everything that proceeds my death – as though I could have continued but wasn't allowed!
Because of the time that I have existed, the ripples from
my splash will continue to spread out; like if I have children then they could
have children and so on. My DNA will probably perpetuate so in a way I will
carry on.
In effect doesn't creating art ensure that the part of you that isn't passed on as DNA continues?
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