that a hundred years from now you will be a skull, a plaything for archaeologists along with whatever else may be left. No one will remember you and even if somehow you became extraordinarily famous in life virtually no one will think about you. Your home, if it still exists, will belong to someone else. So will all your money. At best someone may have a picture. Your job? Forget about it. Your soul will remain but basically nothing else.
Now that you know this you can either fall into despair or be more free than you’ve ever been in your life.