You think you're special? "What kind of question is that? Of course I'm special; I'm me!" Well you aren't. You're no better than I or anyone else. The fact of it is that anything you do in life ultimately will not matter after death. Leave a mark? Should I leave my words etched in the sidewalk only to be weathered away by footsteps of the masses? Life is nothing more than a mockery of death.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not saying wallow in despair until your demise. Do as you please because if you're given something it becomes your property. As soon as life is given to you it becomes whatever you want it to be; you are your own God.