when i look back on my life, will i be proud of the person i grew to be?
will i smile at a memory, maybe two, along the way?
will i focus on the bad parts, the parts that hurt?
or will i, instead, remember only the good, forgetting what made me strong?
will my passion for all things burn bright or be put out?
will i be weak in my times of sorrow?
or come out stronger in the end?
will i bend and break?
or will i make damn sure that no one sees me on my knees?
will i be begging for forgiveness for all the sins i know i've done?
or, instead, will i just be gone?

will this moment, this hour, this day be a memory that will never fade?
or will today be just a fleeting moment in time?
a droplet of water in an ocean of moments, blending in with the rest?
a grain of sand in my ever-falling hour glass?

will this matter?