Worthlessness.

I always have this certain feeling of worthlessness inside myself.

For the most part, it normally has nothing to do with my peers. or my life at all, sometimes.

It’s that crushing sense of looking into the night sky, seeing the stars that are light-years away and knowing for a fact that those same stars will go on without you.

Just like how to universe will go on without the human race or Earth existing, someday.

Just like how Earth will continue spinning and it’s population will go on without you, someday.

Someday.

The day will come when you pass on into the unknown and there will be plenty to mourn your death and plenty to remember your legacy.

Then a hundred years will pass.

Somewhere down a family tree, someone will find an ancient photo album with your face in it.

And your name might be muttered, stories told.

Then another fifty years will pass.

And chances are, your name will be long forgotten.

Absolutely everything you did with your life will amount to absolutely nothing.

Life is meaningless.

And that’s why I feel worthless.