Philosophy

At the end of it, life doesn't truly matter does it?

We breathe, we walk, we fight, we love, but when the time comes what are we left with?

Nothing but broken bodies and a tired mind while we await the inevitable death of ourselves.

So. Does anything we do truly matter?

If there is a heaven or a hell or reincarnation or just nothingness, would that make the life we had on Earth truly worth it if we're ending up in a limbo?

In a game where there are no consequences other than those we put upon ourselves, why must we become good or bad?

That is my question to you. If we are to die one day, surrounded by friends and loved ones, and buried to meet our eternal sleep.

What will they say when they discover our bones, if they would ever truly know who it belongs to and what they did, would they even care?