Sometimes I notice that someone has looked at an old post of mine, and I check to see what it was, only to discover something I don’t like or need to fix. So this is just an update of one of those.
I’ve been thinking about what it means to leave a mark in this world. I don’t mean becoming notorious, but leaving an indelible mark about your presence. Do we all pass through life as a mere blip in someone else’s radar? What does it take to be remembered when you are no longer around. I’m not necessarily referring to death, but when life has taken you somewhere else in its typical crazy way.
I admit it, I want to leave a mark. I don’t need to be famous. But I do want to know that I have touched someone’s life, even in passing. That I have somehow made a difference wherever I’ve gone. If I haven’t done that, I cannot understand my purpose. I don’t think it is about ego. I mean, sure, I’d love to be recognized and honored for something. But what I am talking about is slightly different from that. If I have not touched someone in some way, helped someone in some way, meant something to someone in some way than I am visible. I think my biggest fear is being completely invisible.
Right now I am fading away.
May 27, 2010 @ 17:39:50
Lives are like walking on a beach near the water. We leave noticeable footprints, but eventually the water will wash them away. That does not mean the footprints were not there and had no meaning. Only that the slate has been cleaned for more footprints…. and the sand will never be the same as it was before your passing…
May 27, 2010 @ 18:35:41
Nicely put, as usual.