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Sometimes, if you think about it, life seems puny.

No. Life is puny.

We are just one among many; one tiny grain of sand in the endless desert. One tiny grain of salt in the roaring seawaves. We’ll be less than a shadow when we’re gone, unless we manage to accomplish something in our life-time. And even then, when all is gone, who will remember? Who will care?

Now, with this presence of mind, we shall take a look at the history of humankind. Full of conflicts, isn’t it? Wars, genocides, assassinations, ethnic struggles,religious strife. Looking back, it’s as if none of those things matter; as if we are watching those things through a curtain of water. All those fighting and strife, and for what purposes? Napoleon’s dream of a glorious empire, gone with his death; Stalin’s persistence in building a totalitarian state,disappeared with his passing.Years and years of passion, years and years of faith, all gone, all vanished, all extinguished, after the match is burned away.

And yet.

And yet, a match can set a candle on fire.

Or, it could set a tree on fire, or set a whole forest on fire. A match can cause harm or good, despite the short life it have.

But why does it matter?

After the match is burned down to stubbs, and its flames are extinguished, what does it matter?

Look at the holocaust, for example. The holocaust is terrible. Millions died, all for that single match, called “Hitler”.

And yet, after thousands, hundreds, or even a few ten years away from now, why would the younger generation care? To them it’s just another part of history, another part of history with dead people.

Who is wrong? Who is right? To Hitler, he was right. He was right, in his dream of building a strong “Aryan” nation. To Charlemagne, he was right, in fighting for the holy mission for God.

Our lives are short. But sometimes, we can live on in the shadows of minds,in the world of words.

Would you rather be remembered in memories, and be judged, for as long as people can remember you, or would you rather live your life to the brightest vibrancy, owning nothing to anything or anyone?

For as an author once wrote, in making a mark on the world, you are also scarring it.