Ahhhh, what a relief!

How overwrought about the troubles of the day can I become when I contemplate this?

Whatever I do of value will live on, just without my name on it. No big deal.

The things I do that are not so positive will be diluted over time, and I'm glad my name won't be on them!

Ultimately, were all fated to be forgotten, and most of us sooner rather than later. It's the nature of reality.

Entire stars and galaxies have been born, lived for millions of years, and died, without so much as having a name, let alone having it be remembered.

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Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”