“The World’s a Stage, and we are merely players,” Shakespeare said (or something like that).
What if that’s true? What if we’re just some big puppet show God’s putting on for the kids in his neighborhood? So if those kids can see all six billion of us running around like ants in a rainstorm, are any of them watching you? Most of us would just be extras, milling around in the background, maybe not even on the same continent as the interesting people.
When we die, what happens next would probably depend on whether we had a fan club or not.