What’s to differ when what differs doesn’t differ? What’s special, when special comes not but by attention? If we came the same way, and we end the same way. Yet I brag of what the Tombstone doesn’t highlight. How am I special? What’s unique, when all’s unique comes and goes the same? My life is nothing but a worthless farthing, Yet I brag. As a child’s thoughts fade, so is fame and works forgotten.
Reliving a person’s life is a waste. That space has already been taken. Leave your mark, and keep remarking.