Legacy

If the sum all of my experiences and memories pass with me, then what if anything is my legacy? Is it the way I have interacted with others? Is it more or less nonexistent? I have on occasion considered having children; however it ultimately becomes nothing more than consideration. The situation is seemingly never going to allow me a progeny. I have come to terms with the truth of the matter and am considerably content with it. And yet the question of my legacy constantly wanders in my idle thoughts. I have decided to record and hopefully pass on these thoughts so that perhaps someone will learn something about me. This collection is the sum all of my experiences, thoughts, hopes and dreams. It is nothing more or less than me.

I do not consider myself a philosopher; however I am on occasion capable of surprisingly deep thoughts on varied subjects. How I arrived at this moment is still something of a mystery to even me. I have never had the drive to put pen to paper in any significant manner. Sure a time or two, I have scribbled a poem or two and I do enjoy the craft, but I am not to say a writer. People often tell me that they enjoy my works and teachers have been trying to get me to write for many years.

If it is only my legacy that I hope to cement then perhaps there is no way better then to write something of substance and value. I am not a personable person and I do not seek out friends. While I do try to treat everyone I meet with respect I have no measurable impact on any person’s life. It may seem at this juncture that I a selfishly seeking fame or fortune, but I assure you, whoever you are that nothing could be farther from the truth. I only seek to put my experiences in someone else’s hands. I am not seeking adulation or praise by any means. In fact if this manuscript finds you and only you then I will consider my mission complete and may rest.

I often wonder if life is getting progressively worse or if it is human nature to cling to the past. Yesterday may have been easier or perhaps it is that we let the bad memories fade and keep good one close to our hearts. While I have not live for more than a few centuries, I am positive that people have always yearned for what is no more.

I stopped the last paragraph because it was getting preachy and that’s not me. I want so bad to share but I have no idea what to say or where to begin. I was born but I do not remember that. My absolute first memory is my third birthday party. While the memory is a bit scratchy, that is only as can be expected from a fifteen year old memory. On the night of my third birthday after dinner with the family, whom we lived with at the time; my mother carted me off to take my normal evening bath. But for whatever reason I did not want to take my bath that evening, like most children; maybe I just hated bathes all together. I digress, so as mom is trying to fight me into the bathtub; I somehow managed to wiggle away and take off running out of the bathroom. You probably guessed by now, I was buck naked. I arrived back in the dining room, still naked, to find my birthday cake on the table waiting for me; and my family had gathered in the room for the celebration. So I guess that one of my first memories is blowing out my three candles in the nude. As a matter of a fact, I believe that there is a picture of that somewhere in the family photo albums. I better hide that before it becomes like a celebrity sex tape type thing.