The World Forgets

The world is constantly moving, unaware that I even exist in it.

The sun rises and falls.

People come and go.

Time never stops ticking, but I always want it to slow.

Technically to the world, I'm unimportant.

Expendable.

Replaceable.

Forgettable.

I likely won’t be in any history books.

There won’t be movies made about me.

And after everyone I know is gone, there won’t be any memories.

But I don’t exist for others.

I don’t exist for the world to recognize me.

I’m not living to make a legacy.

I’m here so that I can remember me.

I want to be able to look back and not regret.

I want to have lived, not just existed.

I want to have loved, not just been loved.

I want to have laughed, not just made others laugh.

I want to have lived to my fullest and done everything I could.

So that when the sunsets, I remember me and not what I hadn’t done.

The world forgets, and it always will.

Lives are short, time always outlives.

But I won’t forget the world, or the people.

Because that was my world, the one that I won’t regret.