Lights

When you're gone, no one will ever say that you loved too much, that you cared wrecklessly for your fellow man, that you spent too much time with family and friends, that you shouldn't have helped and laughed quite so much. These are the things that will last forever in the souls of all you touched. They won't remember if you wore the latest fashion, if you knew how to spin things to make yourself look good, if you were quick witted and sarcastic, but hollow- for these are things that burn bright for a second or two, and then fade away like a shooting star. The good things stay fixed, like the eternal lights in the sky that burn on for centuries.