Die Each Moment

glimpses of lives I lead

“Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on treets, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.”

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via itsanemptycore)

These are my thoughts sometimes…. To me, these lines from the book published more than a decade ago (if I’m not mistaken), has never been more timely.