The insignificance of human life is found in those moments where you confront your own mortality And realize that everything is as it ever was and is as it will ever be. But I’m not ready to face the insignificance! We're here now; living, breathing, writing. Does that count for naught? I refuse to face the fact that one day no one will remember the people I love and cherish, The people who make up my world. I want everyone to know their names and beautiful horrid faces. I want everyone to know the people who shaped me and thus, I want everyone to know me.