Gravestone Epitaphs

I am stuck on the concept of forever on a gravestone epitaph. After all, that's all that will be remembered of us - our final dying sentiments etched in cold marble, slowly being erased by wind and weather. It's our longest goodbye and then it (and subsequently all evidence of our once existence) is gone, lost to the true forever.

Don't you despise how random poetic concepts sometimes become a thorn in your heart, weaving their chemicals through your blood, lacing through your brain, until you can only regard the world through the lens of that concept? Well, I have come to view every human action as another desperate attempt at achieving the ultimate gravestone epitaph, the one that penetrates true forever. No one wants to believe that they're as insignificant as being forgotten. We all want to think that we are important, memorable, an inked mark on the records of eternity! Alas, not one of us is. We will all fade from even obscurity.

But that does not stop us from trying. It's hard to accept that only our belief that we are the center of our universe interjects us along the edges of those of others. We MUST persist in that falacy that states that forever is a possibility. We HAVE to, no matter how futile we recognize that hope to be. For on my gravestone will be five words - "She wanted to be forever."