On Glory

There are differences among people. Some of us lie, some of us cheat. Some of us are honest and good and others are both and neither. Men and women, black and white, bits of both or neither.

While there are infinite differences among people, only two kinds of people or their deeds will be remembered in the end when they are less than dust.

The best of people and the worst of people. The dreamers with morals to put a spin on their lives and make it a reality. The schemers with enough malice to get them by.

The best of us and the worst of us will be remembered. In the end, it doesn't make a difference which side of the scale a person falls on.

While a grave may stand upright for a century, we truly remember those we are taught to love or hate.

When Fate crushes us all under her boot, we have nowhere else to go if not where memories fester like the sores they are.

The one big lesson life has taught me is that fame and infamy are, in essence, the exact same thing. It doesn't matter if you're the best or the worst, but to live life ultimately remembered is the most glorious goal a person could have.