randomness/i need to get out of my head/someone distract me

I refuse to live by anybody else’s standards, because in the end, it doesn’t matter. We live, we play house and dress up and worry about things that don’t really matter. We make our mortgage payments and drive the minivan to soccer practice and drink our daily coffee and think we’re doing something important. We die, and are inevitably forgotten. But that is necessary. Very few achieve anything worth remembering. Becoming obsolete is as inevitable as dying. If everyone were remembered, if your mediocre life was of importance to generations to come, if everyone was special, civilization would come to a screeching halt. There is a reason it is called the circle of life. We have to die; we have to be forgotten so that the living might move forward without hindrance. There is no beginning, there is no end. We are like a tape recorded over and over and over, your footsteps being covered and walked again by another many years after you. There is no meaning of life other than to live it.