We all want to be heard, don't we? No one wants to go unnoticed. Is there anything more mournful than a life forgotten or overlooked? Many people respond to their mortality by having children, and in this way they are made immortal. They will be remembered, at least for a few generations... but their seed will be carried on into the indefinite future, and they will live on through their progeny. But even for those of us that do not procreate, we must still create. We must leave our mark on this world -- however small. Even if it is only our name spray-painted onto the side of a subway tunnel. Even if it is nothing more than a reiteration of the simple statement "I was here".
We are not afraid of death. Death is a consequence of life. We are afraid of being forgotten. And that is why we blog.
