in the life we experience there is one thing that is certain which is death.
each thing, everything, will come to an ultimate demise and in which they will no longer exist and everything they achieved loved and cared for is eventually forgotten and no one remembers who sonnet 18 is written about.
because humanity is selfish, we care for only ourselves and those who are too close but even then we forget those ones as well. and we forget who they were what they were like what they did and if the area around their eyes crinkled or not when they smiled
everyone has a choice in this world, to either do great things, or to forget those who did them. everyone remembers the president, but who remembers the name of the school teacher who gave her life for 16 children three years ago?