I don’t matter. Ultimately, nobody does.
And if there’s one poem to keep you focused on your own mortality and complete inconsequentiality in the great scheme of things, it must be Shelley’s ‘Ozymandias’:
In other words, however great or important you may think you are, even your most stupendous monuments will not stand the test of time.
Specifically, ‘Ozymandias’ refers to a massive ruined statue of the Pharoah Rameses II. Unfortunately, I don’t have any images of Egyptian ruins, but I do have quite a few showing the ruins of what must once have been (well, still is, even in its current state) the awe-inspiring city of Petra, in Jordan. Including this one:
No doubt the Nabateans, in constructing their ‘rose-red city’, were out to impress, inviting visitors to ‘Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!’