You're born, you grow up and swish through life one year after another. You find these other people and find them intriguing, fun, mysterious, inspiring and great. After what seems to be a somewhat confusing rollercoaster, suddenly you're at school around the others. Then at highschool graduation you look at the great friends you've made and you think about how life tears you apart when it splits everyone in different directions. But somehow you press on, taking it as it comes, it doesn't seem too bad. New friends always come, and we should think on the bright side after all. But you're lying in your bed one night and realise, life is an illusion; you can handle it, you strive and aim for your goals, hang with your friends and talk to them so deeply even after the many years that have passed. But then the inevitable becomes so clear; after the decades of learning, inspiring, being with your family and making the greatest bonds with the best friends you could ever have, everything just... disappears. You're gone in an instant, people think and then forget; others tell your stories as their own, life just falls apart and vanishes like it never existed in the first place. It was just a dream.
That moment when you feel you're about to be wiped from existence, you think about the things you never achieved, the conversations you never had, the things you never saw or experienced, the people you never met, the things you never said to express how you felt about the people you cared about the most. And just when you realise; all of it is taken away - forever and ever. You don't wake up from your sleep, and life goes on like you weren't even there. It's just like all of the people who have passed - every single one had their own stories to tell.