I am thinking a lot about life and death these days.
The opposite of death is not life, but it is being born. Right?
So, now, I had a second thought. Life is finite, no doubt about that, but that also means that death is infinite. We are dead or unborn much longer than we are alive. It’s just a weird thought I had that shook me a bit. Not in a bad way, mind you. I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of suffering before I die, of being in pain.
And, I admit, I am afraid of being forgotten too quickly. If I had a choice, I would like to leave a trace and I would want people to remember me for little things. Maybe something trivial that makes them smile when they think about me.
All this, and I still believe that we are eternal. As long as we are not forgotten, as long as something of us exists in someone else, we are eternal. And that thought leads to a thought I had before: if I wrote about you, you are immortal. I think that’s a nice thought, then again, some may find it scary.
Do we exist when only we are aware of our existence? And isn’t that need or want to be seen an issue in our society? All the narcissism and egocentrism exists because we make it easy to be seen on social media and whatever we post, we expected/demand an immediate response. It’s like jumping up and down, waving our hands and screaming for attention. I am certainly not an exception to this behavior, I am quite aware of it.
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I am sure my thought is not done being thought, but I was interrupted and forgot what I was thinking… Maybe I’ll pick up where I left off another time. Maybe not, hehe…
reflections of an unquiet mind 
I agree with you that as long as we are remembered by someone (i.e. not forgotten), we continue to exist in some fashion. Because you have children, some of whom will likely have children of their own (not to mention the fact you’re a published author & poet), you will probably be remembered longer after your death than I, who have no children.
And you’re also right about our addictive need to be seen and acknowledged when we post on social media, our blogs, etc. It often causes me tremendous disappointment, unhappiness and sometimes even anger when I’m not, which is terribly unhealthy.
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