I was thinking today and had this random thought:
I don’t remember my great grandmother. I want to, but she hasn’t left anything. Does that mean that my great granddaughter will not remember me as well? After
thinking for some time, I came to the conclusion that no, she probably won’t. After I die and a hundred years have passed, will no one remember me on this earth? Would I have not left any mark on this world, no effect at all? Would my existence been wasted? Or have I already left a mark, but it is unknown to me? Have I already touched somene’s life by just an absentminded scattering of words, or a small gesture that they now hold close to their heart and tell their children about, but was forgotten in a split second by me?
My head spins. Life is so truly complicated. But it is beautiful, I guess, in a bittersweet way. So what should I do to be remembered? An idea of doing something crazy that the whole world would remember such as becoming the youngest person to skydive off the Eiffel Tower comes into my mind before I dismiss it. Maybe. Who knows. I will be remembered somehow. But I am young. I will grow old. This is a matter that I should put off my mind until I’m old and crinkly. Right now, I should just focus on the people I have today and making sure that they will remember me.