It's something I read somewhere recently. Something nice, that's stuck in my head. I think it may have been an image shared on Twitter, or something similar. Its title comprised of the above. Its reasoning went thusly:
The world wouldn't be the same if you hadn't been born. Wherever you've been, you've left a mark, even if only briefly. People you know wouldn't be the same without your friendship. Certain places have been changed physically by your presence, even if only minimally. Certain people would never have met without you, and certain things could never have been done without you.
This is where the specifics of the writing tail off for me, but the message was lasting. I was thinking about it tonight as I wandered through my favourite field. We are on a rock hanging in a void, circling a massive ball of fire in great loops until the universe collapses or time literally runs out. OK, fine, that's fact. Everyone's time is finite, but that doesn't mean that