I, like everything else in this world, am only here for a moment. 
I was born into this ‘reality’, I learned what teachers have taught me, and I experienced what life had to offer. 
It doesn’t stop, and I’m not quite done. 
But at some point in my life—maybe within the next hour, minute, or second, I will cease to exist. 
I do not strive to leave behind a legacy, nor do I yearn to have my name written in biased textbooks. 
Whether or not I was able to accomplish what the world asked of me, I at least have the assurance that I lived a good life. 
I built connections, I fell in love, I helped with what I could, and I am no different than anyone else before, during, and after my lifetime. 
I carry my own burdens upon my shoulders, I’ve fell to the bottomless pits of temptation, and I’ve made many, many, mistakes. 
It’s been a beautiful struggle. I’ve accepted that nothing is permanent, not even tattoos. 
Skin will rot, our remains will turn into ashes, and memories as we all should know, fades quicker than photographs left in the sun. 
I entered, I conquered, and I shall leave when life considers it to be time. Whenever, wherever, however. And it’s completely fine.