Not everything is built to last, and that’s okay.

You're right. Everything and everyone around us is going to die eventually, and that's okay. That mindset lets us understand that everyday has to last, and that in the end nothing really matters. Let yourself dance in the ruins of what used to be, let yourself write bad poetry and share it to the world, let yourself live. Life doesn't last, and it was never built to last. Nobody lives forever, after all.

Explanation:

the anecdote makes readers feel sorry for the man’s lack of heritage, then reminds readers that the man has an equally valuable heritage.

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