Everybody has their own Life Story.
We are all different.
And sometimes we create history.
We probably do not even notice it.
We might love, laugh, cry and nobody is going to remember it.
And then we do the thing and everyboy starts talking
You just made history.
But who is going to remember?
Is anyone going to talk about this?
Do we matter?
How do we matter?
What happens after us?
Will they tell our stories?
They will not have known us.
They are gong to tell our stories, but they are going to change every time.
We will be heros.
We will be victoms.
We will be misunderstood.
We will be everything.
They will talk about our fears.
They will talk about our dreams.
But none of them knew us