It is fascinating how life gives us many chances which shape our mindset, but more importantly, our history. People who have walked this Earth may have never realised the robust changes they would inspire. Maybe even we don’t understand truly how our actions have affected each element that surrounds us. Be it as small as a bird, as dead as a building or as false as a shadow.

 

You being formed of stardust shall return to its true form, completing the cycle, just like you will first experience the history and then become a part of it. You will be a spectator of the chaos and kindlings of the ones gone before, but you too will have a part in this endless play of nature where you might influence a full town of people or just a single grain of air, before you perish. It isn't about “Oh what can I do? What power do I have”, rather it is about “Oh what can’t I do with the powers that I have”. Once you are gone, someone might even flip a page and change the whole perspective of the work you did, it might be turned into something totally abstract or rather indifferent.

 

Any circumstance might cause your actions to get numbed down to nothing and set the dial back to zero, but that grain of air that you changed will always know the difference and the errors which might just naturally cause the roles to reverse back once again. This cycle might continue to eternity not even being related to the existence of the person anymore because that is what life truly is. Something so fragile yet permanent as an ideology that once formed will always leave a stain behind. The cycle will continue to eternity which lies in nobody’s control or convenience. Things will change and things will reform but the ideas once shaped will be molded into a fossil and carried along.