Greatest fear in My Musings

I am afraid that I will be forgotten. Time does not spare anyone, after all; in due course, everything that once was will merely fade and just be a distant memory, if lucky.

If I was not fearful, I’d just accept things as they are and live in the moment. Maybe that way, I’ll feel more free - knowing that each day is a gift and the things we think that matter are but mere specks of dust in the wider universe.