Sooner or later, we all vanish. In less than a hundred years, your name, your fears, your triumphs — gone. Only dust. The world moves on. So why live like it owes us something? Why carry the weight of burdens born from other people’s opinions? We’re just flickers in a vast, silent universe — our chaos is a whisper it won’t hear. So stop shrinking your life to fit someone else’s lens. Stop building cages out of things you can’t control. Laugh louder. Risk more. Break the rhythm. Make memories worth the burn. Perfection is a lie. Control is an illusion. The only thing real is this moment — and what you dare to do with it. No one remembers everything. But us? We can make damn sure we lived.