Otto Brandt, his wife and kids are all gone now. His household full of children lies in the past, like some old novel you read years ago and now it sits on a bookshelf. The children all grew up, had children, and grew old and died, just as people are living out their lives today until the inevitable end. The inevitable end to all our stories is always mostly forgotten by those that live in the future. No matter what they know about us, they can never know the fullness of our lives, nor can they appreciate the times in which we live.
The media says that the inevitable end can be overcome, or at least put off until the distant future. In reality, the inevitable end will overcome us all. The great oblivion is waiting. Perhaps oblivion is better than having to work like a dog to give money to wealthy scoundrels, who play their lives away with no worry. Maybe oblivion is a release from the reality that working our lives away as slaves to those born lucky, is the saddest cut of all.
There is one good thing that comes from living. By living we can at least help others, even though our own lives are burdened by the lack of riches, more commonly known as freedoms. Only in the eyes of the people we help along the way can we gain the strength to sustain ourselves, until our own inevitable end comes upon us. For in the end, what we did for others is what will count in the great long run of history. Even if we are forgotten, the fact we helped some poor devil to continue to struggle for life, who in turn, helps others, is perhaps the greatest achievement any one of us can hope for. Very few of us are born lucky, but we can all be important.
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