“When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. Don’t resent me; and when you’re feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest.”

Will anybody care? I mean, what if, immediately, just what if, I die in this instant? Will anyone notice? Will they be panicking looking for me? Will they appreciate all of the things that I’ve done?
Will I be missed?

I don’t know. I’m not sure. BUT I GUESS THAT’S THE IRONY OF LIFE. We don’t realize something’s worth until it slips away from our fingers. Of course, each of us would like to be missed when they’re gone. But how can you be so sure? Just because of the few moments you’ve spent with your beloved people? Or perhaps because you’ve done a lot of things for their account? It’s up to the person if he or she is going to realize your worth. All we can do is hope that we’re enough. Even though sometimes, we’re not.