You know what terrifies me? Leaving this world and not contributing to anything. 

I was brought here, and now I have to decide what life means, I want to know why I'm here as I am. 

And, a part of me feels that my job is to help others. No matter how minuscule the act is, if I can die knowing that I made somebody happy or contributed to their life, I would feel completed in a way. 

I keep needing to think back and say, yes, I did help others. I did volunteer, I helped animals, I helped people, I helped feed families, I helped watch over pets, I inspired young artists to participate in higher level competitions. 

But is that all I can do?