Quiet Despersation

They say you leave this world the same way you entered. Naked and Alone.

So what if we leave with nothing, what then is the real measure of life?
Is it defined by the people we chose to love, all the mistakes we’ve made?
Or is life measured by all our accomplishments?

And what if we failed or never truly loved. Then what? Will we ever measure up?
Or will the quiet desperation of wanting to know drive us crazy?