I was like this at some point in my life, but then I said to myself: which is better, to live your life and be the happiest you could be and then be forgotten (or die), or to live in misery and then be forgotten? I think what we do in this life means something to us while we are alive. I personally not doing anything to be remembered for. I just want to be happy in my short life on Earth by adopting the right means. Why to be happy, you might ask? Because misery is painful, while happiness is joyful. There is a reason why happy people live longer, because it's healthier to be happy. I always think about this: I didn't ask for this life, my parents didn't ask me if I want to come to life (it's not literal because I don't believe that we exist before we are conceived), and I feel sometimes I'm trapped in it. But then realize this isn't helpful. We cannot change that we exist. The question is then: how to exist?