Every men wishes to be remarkable…
…For all they left behind is but a name.
Each day, they thrive to leave a mark, a dent even, in that vast world full of others.
Blood was shed, moral was corrupted, love was tainted.
All they wish is to be remembered, but in doing so, they sacrificed all that’s dear to them.
When should one draw the line when enough…is enough?
For as long as one’s memory goes, men had stood in midst of confusion.
And for eternity, their hearts had been embraced by mist of doubt.
Thus, the answer to your question might need eons for it to dawn upon men…