I’m pretty sure that 10 years after I’m gone, no one will remember I was ever here in the first place … other than my son. Most of my friends and same-age family will have also gone and the world will have moved on.
That’s not self-pity. It’s a fact. We are all in the same boat. Unless your are particularly important to history and the world, when you’re gone, you’re gone.
Things that might get you remembered include:
- Written books people will read down through the generations
- Founded a corporation
- Invented important new technology
- Wrote and recorded music
- Starred on stage and screen
- Won a Nobel prize
- Became queen or president
- Led an army.
If none of these apply, you’ll be forgotten soon enough. We aren’t going down in history. There is no legacy.
My lot is the same as the multi-millions of “regular” folks who have trod the earth before me. To live. To do the best I can with whatever life hands me … then move on so the younger generations can move up. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
I have no illusions people will be reading my book or my blog in the future. It wouldn’t matter to me if they did because (tada) … I won’t be here.