Nope. Your great grandkids will barely know anything about you. Their children won't know you ever existed. Within a century, you'll be a meaningless name somewhere back along the family tree for the one or two people that bother to put one together in your family.
If you're a popular author, a pop star, a movie star, a porn star, a politician, an artist -- you'll be forgotten within decades, unless something significant happened to you like a major controversy. In a hundred years, only a few of the most popular of each of those fields will be known. In the long run, you'll have your Hitlers, your Lincolns, your Einsteins, Nixons, Tolstoys and *maybe* a Spielberg. Who even knows if half of that list will mean anything more to anyone in a few centuries.
The percentage of people who will have ever lived who will have any lasting impact on people around them -- much less society and civilization as a whole -- for any real duration is almost infinitesimal. Norman Borlaug easily saved a billion people, recently died, and is scarcely known. There are hideous mass serial killers and torturers with tallies of dozens or even over a hundred who are only known by name among those who are infatuated with serial killers lore.
So if almost all of the most notable and generous people who contributed to mankind and even the most of the brutally violent and hideous and horrible will be forgotten to time (and not eons -- but decades or centuries) then what is the probability that you or I or anyone who will ever read this will have any impact to be important ten years from now. Or fifty. Or a hundred. Or five hundred? And that's just here. On this shitty little speck of dust in one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the vast universe which, in itself, probably isn't significant, either.
In other words, no matter how great or horrible you are, it probably doesn't matter. So if you're just an average joe doing average stuff within a standard deviation... nothing really matters. How you spend your free time, who you fuck, how many you do or don't fuck, what kind of car you drive, how nice you are, how much of a dick you are, how big your retirement fund is, or what your career is and how much time you spend reading... is all irrelevant. Do what you want. Regret stuff you wish you had or hadn't done, but don't do it on some weird philosophical or moral account that you feel society shames you into. Only regret things you personally truly regret. And know that even those things don't matter outside of yourself, mostly.
Hell, look how much time I've wasted from our lives by writing this and making you read it. And even that doesn't matter. :)
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