You're not going to experience the world after your death. Whether or not anyone remembers you won't make any difference, not to you, nor will anything else, be

You're not going to experience the world after your death. Whether or not anyone remembers you won't make any difference, not to you, nor will anything else, because you won't exist. It's the fate of everything to eventually be forgotten anyway. Whether by heat death or big crunch, all information that is ever created in this universe will not survive the end of the universe. Socrates, Shakespeare, and Jesus are just as insignificant meaningless specks in the grand scheme as I am. And they're just as dead as I'll be. Just be grateful you ever existed at all. Matter banging into itself somehow clumped together in such a way that it formed memories and experiences and we all got to be a part of that. It's as close to magic as this world gets. It's temporary and it's pointless, but man, forever in the eternity of the four-dimensional firmament of spacetime is an infinitesimal slice that touches almost nothing else, but that slice is my life. Enjoy it while you can. You'll enjoy it a lot more if you're not constantly fretting about whether some other far-off corner that becomes self-aware knows about you or not. Besides that, there is a hell of a lot of space between Shakespeare and mediocrity. I'm not saying give up and despair because nothing matters, but the fact that you won't be remembered by anyone but your family, and even they'll soon be gone, and soon all humans at all will be gone, and soon all entropy will be gone, doesn't make you mediocre.