Point of Impact

Today, after reading some words written by a friend of mine - somewhere by the time "this" all began - I started thinking: do I have an impact on anybody?
I mean... not that I want to rule the world or change it. I don't. But why do I always feel like my impact on others is rather small? I feel like the harder I try, the least time I get to be on one's life.
It is like... others afect me (in a positive way) more than I get to do with them. I keep people in my memory for so long, I cherish them so much, only to find out later, that my significance has passed, that they don't do or feel the same. This thought keeps on "looping": if I died today, who, besides the obliged, was going to miss me? Would I linger in someone's memory?
I do know I belong to a few... but I feel like the circle is getting smaller and, for now?, I just lost my drive. My will to fight or motivate myself to look further. To accept.
This "belonging" feeling is important to me... rather shallow, but important. Because, the way I see it, I need you, my keepers, to talk about me. Tell me what I am. I need you, with your truthful eyes, to be my mirror, to reflect me.
Because only you, some of you, know me... sometimes better than I ever thought possible, therefore.. in you I trust... and you know it.