You thought you were something big in this mortal world; even time thought bigger than you.
Remember, the world spins—but not around you.
You believed “forever” while the world silently prepared your end.

Maybe you’re on top today, but the earth is equally deep for all.
You thought possession was forever; yet only those who let go are remembered.
You grew like a shadow but forgot darkness falls on everyone.

Titles fade; only humanity remains.
The world never belonged to anyone, not even to those who tried hardest.
The more important you think you are, the quicker you’re forgotten.

Every step taken with pride may become your gravestone in this mortal life.
Nothing you collect makes you eternal; you’re remembered for what you leave behind.
This world watches the fall of those who call themselves eternal.

If this world feels too much for you, maybe you need to shrink a little.
In this life, anyone can become something—but staying human is the hardest.
Life is a stage; no one plays the lead role forever.
You thought you were irreplaceable, but the world found dawn without you.
This world forgets the loudest egos first.
Mortal life doesn’t weigh your ego—it weighs your impact.
You ran so much here, but in the end, we all stop in the same place: the earth.
This world is mortal—and even your arrogance dies before you.