That day, Albert didn't feel like doing anything much anyway, so he decided to devote another evening to becoming a great man — a dream he had tirelessly pursued ever since he could remember. All of his previous attempts had failed, but he was persistent, or rather, as his friends liked to put it, an idiot. "I'd rather be dead than a nobody", he would joke with his wife. Little did he know that his destiny was both to die and be easily forgotten !
By the time he died, however, he was at peace with himself. Despite the fact he hadn't achieved anything worthwhile in his entire life, there was no regret in his heart. "Maybe there was no place for me at the Pantheon of great men after all", he whispered to his wife as he lied on his bed, just before going to sleep for a last nap. "Yes, maybe it just wasn't meant to be", he added with a beatific smile.
But then again... people tend to give up very easily.
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