I was thinking about this last night. Not about the afterlife (assuming there is one - which I don't believe), but on how or weather my mark on this world would stay or wither. What would happen to my websites? Only I have the passwords to the control panel, the FTP, the SQL, and the various accounts (such as this blog). Most of them vary. Nobody would be able to log in to my blog and let the world know about what has happened. Nobody would be able to pay for my domain names, they would expire, my online presence would be erased quickly. My accounts on various websites would be left unattended to, noticed by few, over time ignored and lost amongst the flow of newer creations. I should give out my passwords, but I find it hard to entrust my secondary life to even the closest of siblings. I should built up a small fund to keep my websites alive even after I perish, they do mean much to me.

The databases of information I've built up offline would come to no use. The storage mediums they're partitioned on would eventually live out their life span and all data be lost. My leftover poetry would probably be published eventually, by my family, there's plenty of material stashed away both digitally and otherwise. I'd leave a trace. I little speck of lucid literature, on the flow of life, the roll and strife, and the deep end. My possessions would be both sold and kept as rememberals. I'd be remembered by friends and family, mourned, maybe dedicated. Where would my grave be? I've never spoken about where I would want to be buried if I died, if I want to be cremated or stashed away within my mother Earth. I've never thought about it much, after a quick analyze I decided I would like to be buried, because if the soul does feel pain it wouldn't be pleasant to burn, and if it is linked to the body it might be killed with it. On the other hand, the flames might set the soul free, and the earth might cage it, trap it within the material realm. I'm not religious, I'm open minded, and thus a choice as such isn't one I can take by views of others.

I could get hit by a car tomorrow, a sudden earthquake might bury me under the fallen masses, who knows. Death isn't something I think of commonly, but I should think of it sometimes. I try to prepare myself by cause and consequence, and to prepare myself for all and any sudden twists of fate that might fly at me. What do I want to accomplish after death? Do I care about how I'm portrayed after I'm dead? Will I be aware of my future accomplishments after I've passed away? Are the things I strive for worth the effort if I was to die tomorrow? If I do die tomorrow, will anything be worth it? Maybe I should just skip my studies and call my friends, relatives, strangers. Speak to people. Interact. Reunite with people I haven't seen in a long time. Have a good time. Help people. Do things that make me feel good. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should live for the bigger plan, for a future that might come or not come, that will benefit me in the long run. If I did die tomorrow, I wouldn't be sad that I had wasted my time on days that didn't come. If I didn't spend my time on the future, and didn't die tomorrow, I would be sad that I had wasted my time in the false belief that new days wouldn't come.

After a quick philosophy session like this one, I realize, maybe death isn't such a thing you should plan ahead for. Spending a life planning for the step ahead seems like an awful waste. It would be better just making the most of the time that lies ahead, and it's easier to make the most of time when not trying to do so with it.