Being Remembered

That I made a difference in another's life...either for good or for their growth. Fortunately, I see some of the later, and hear snippets of the good. However, I hear of other things as well. Today especially, I've noticed an upsurge in the later. I find it remarkable, yet I retain my silence, in the people about my real life circle honoring me with their envy. They are mostly unaware that their one-sided remarks about my goodness, kindness I show to others, and loyality to my own integrity only serves to add to my growth and understanding that I am on the correct path. I say one-sided because with the correct stroke of the tongue they see the otherside...unknowing as to the amount of time and hard work it's taken me to find my good, because I didn't used to be so.
 
BritNi said:
Alrighty... One more time. Haha.
You look great in this video, by the way.
Yes. Very young!
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Oh my god, look at this poseur :m069:

A bourgeois with an "anti-bourgeois" poster: my most rebellious statement of 2018. :wink:
 
I'm thinking cult leader.. but, I get it right and all my followers actually do ascend.

I'm feeling punchy. It's caffeinated sleep deprivation. And just watching a show about a cult gone wrong. Well, they usually do, don't they? Unless, they become a major organized religion...but, I digress.

Seriously, if I am honest about what I really want, it is to speak some poetic truth that resonates with people generations after I am gone. I want my words tattooed on someone's lower back. That's immortality. :wink:

More realistically, I hope my kids show up at my funeral and say I was kind, and loving, and quirky, and humble, and giving. I hope they think of me every so often and mostly fondly. I know there's not much more that can be expected of my impact on the world. And honestly, that's enough.

Oh, and I hope my body feeds a tree someday. I want to be part of a tree someday.
 
tovlo said:
I'm thinking cult leader.. but, I get it right and all my followers actually do ascend.

I'm feeling punchy. It's caffeinated sleep deprivation. And just watching a show about a cult gone wrong. Well, they usually do, don't they? Unless, they become a major organized religion...but, I digress.

Seriously, if I am honest about what I really want, it is to speak some poetic truth that resonates with people generations after I am gone. I want my words tattooed on someone's lower back. That's immortality. :wink:

More realistically, I hope my kids show up at my funeral and say I was kind, and loving, and quirky, and humble, and giving. I hope they think of me every so often and mostly fondly. I know there's not much more that can be expected of my impact on the world. And honestly, that's enough.

Oh, and I hope my body feeds a tree someday. I want to be part of a tree someday.
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I used to care about how I would be remembered at one time. About the impact I would make, how my lineage would continue.
Now I don't really think about it. I don't mind how people remember me. However it helps them I suppose.
Eventually I'll be forgotten, as all will. And that doesn't bother me either.

Huh, it's interesting how much our perspective changes over time. I suppose that's why you should never be too certain about anything.
 
I want to be remembered for my talents and my kindness.

It didn't occur to me until recently that I need to advocate fo myself and be a little self-centered about telling people about the kind things I do. I don't admire people who are kind to look good.
Most people define me by dwelling on the fact that they don't get me.
Ultimately, we are who people say we are, so we need to work for the reputations we want.
 
Asa said:
Ultimately, we are who people say we are
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Really? This sounds quite extreme, unless you are referring to the social side of our identity.

Pin said:
Service to my family, friends, country, and world.
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You are already in the Louvre, therefore you are immortal
 
Ren said:
Really? This sounds quite extreme, unless you are referring to the social side of our identity.
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Well, after you die you have zero control over how you are remembered by others. You become the stories they tell about you. You'll be those stories told by others far longer than you will have control over making and influencing those stories. We are who people say we are.
Nobody truly knows who we are deep inside anyway, which is probably why love is so important to us. Those who love us are the ones who see our inner selves most clearly.

Edit: I guess what I am saying is that we all become stories.
 
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Ren said:
You are already in the Louvre, therefore you are immortal
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Being a son, husband, father, brother, and friend with plenty of faults but a decent heart.

For future generations I’m happy to slide right off into the same opaqueness as the faded image of my paternal great grandfather, sitting in his Sunday best with a cigar in hand.
 
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