I have no clue what the meaning of life is. No one ever taught me, though I’m pretty sure that’s because they have no idea either. So I decided to take some time out and make a meaning for my own life. After what seemed like years, I think I finally got it. I want to leave something behind in this world once I pass. No, I don’t mean leaving behind my initials carved on a tree or a piece of gum stuck underneath my third grade desk. I want to leave behind an idea that changes the way everyone thinks about life, or some brand new, wacky object that people would still use a thousand years from now. Perhaps maybe even a book that wins a ton of awards and gets adapted into an Oscar-nominated film. I want my great-great-great grandchildren to be excited about having an ancestor like me rather than look at my name and ask “Who is that?” Amid my constant drought of thoughts, I came across a quote by the great Banksy: “…they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.” With all these thoughts of passing something down, of leaving behind an idea, of having my ancestors still look up to me – I guess all I really want is for my second death to not come right after my first.