Nonexistance

I don't get scared by the little things.  At least, that's what I've always told myself.  Heights aren't a problem, people ask me to kill bugs, and I'm always relaxed in the dark.  What terrifies me, is the idea that none of it will matter-life that is.  I'm scared out of my mind that in a few decades I'll pass away, and all that will be left of me are the stories I've shared, the memories others have of me, and a pile of rotting bones.  Even then, I could fade from that existence.  My friends and family will die, my bones will turn to dust, and any and all records of me could be shoved into a bleak black corner of the internet.  

I used to think that immortality could only be achieved through a great historical feat; that if i did something great enough my name would carry through the centuries like Aristotle, or  Julius Caesar.  But in the grand scheme of things, even they will be forgotten.  Humanity as a species has a finite amount of time to exist before we all die.  Once we are all gone, any evidence of my existence will be lost forever.  All my posterity will be gone; the records and stories I create will be lost; and like my bones everything else will turn to dust.  That is what terrifies me.  It's not that I will die, or even that i won't be remembered by everyone.  But to lose all evidence of your existence,  for it to look like you were never alive is the worst fate imaginable.  I means that everything I've ever done or will do will be for nothing.