What is it that we leave behind when we exit our lives? We all hope that it is more than fragmented memories and leftover possessions. We hope to have our families remember us rather than fight over our things, the memories are more important, pictures can be duplicated and shared, an old ham radio or junk car, it might hold memories, but it isn’t worth breaking bonds with family left. Love each other, help each other and share the memories. Create new memories with each other and your own families, leave your own legacy while recalling mine.
We hope to leave a mark of our existence in a way more tangible and not easily forgotten over the passage of time, family traditions carried on, stories told, our own legends, the change our existence brought to the world. A change that will not fade, a ripple felt for lifetimes to come. A world better with our time it, somehow better and brighter than it was before. Kindness planted within the seeds our offspring, sprouted and bloomed and thriving in the generations to come. We hope to be missed as if our presence had meaning, our lives noticed, not unnoticed by the world around them.
We do not need to be remembered in history or have an elaborate televised graveside service to be significant. Some people leave marks upon the world and footsteps of greatness that the rest of the world knows nothing about. Will we all be remembered in only fondness, no. Every person is the bad guy in someone’s story, someone somewhere along the way will feel you wronged them somehow. It doesn’t mean you didn’t leave seeds of kindness and meaning planted throughout your life. Rumor has it of you gave a homeless man food to eat and no one was around to record it and post it on social media, it still counts. If ya ask me, the silent intention was more pure than the media attention.
There will be people you have touched in your life without knowing it. A small deed to you changed their perspective or gave encouragement and courage and they became a better version of themselves. You can’t know the impact your life has made but it is bigger than you imagined. You may feel that you made no difference and that you failed, but I don’t think we can exactly fail life, not for the most part. I’m fairly certain things like murder are within the exception, even that exception has exceptions because there may have been a situation with extenuating circumstances. We live life through a first-person narrative, it’s hard to see the big picture and impossible to see the whole picture. We won’t be the hero in every story and we won’t be the villain, but hopefully, we will be irreplaceable in someone’s story and hopefully, the world was better with us in it.
Confessions of a Haunting Freak 