Your whole life is spent making something. Whether you realize it or even care to acknowledge the fact, you’re making something with each second that expires. Possessing an unwillingness to appreciate this condition doesn’t jeopardize its existence. A life is made therefore a life can be lived.
Consider it a self-fulfilling prophesy.
A lot can be accomplished in a life if you think a lot can be accomplished in a life.
You’re seeing the same people in your mind as I am, aren’t you? You see the titans of our time and of times past. The voices in the wilderness. The ones who are less willing to settle for…anything. Anything other than their idea of a perfect world. They did it for themselves for sure. We all do. But they did it for all of us, too. (We must be careful not to fall under their spell.)
Know what they all have in common?
None of them survived their death.
Except the ones who are still with us. But they won’t last forever. They never do. There will not be an encore no matter how heartily you hoot and holler.
Now, what of you?
The entirety of your life’s work, that you picked up one day at a time, you someday must put down. Now suppose some other day, a long ways off or otherwise, somebody comes along and picks it up. They pick up your legacy.
There stands our traveller, dusting it off.
What does it look like?
(Take your time.)
What do you see?
What is it you left for them?
What will they be able to do with it?
Question: What would it be like to live your life and, when your life is done being made, fall asleep only to rise again?
That would be unheard of.
Here’s the point with some numbers thrown in to make it seem scientific:
- Live your life
- Leave it behind, perhaps as you live it.
- Live again through those you gave your first and best.
A good life and a legacy that lives its own life. A strange idea? Maybe.
This time of year reminds us that strange things do happen.
I’m in favor of strange. I think it would do our world wonders.
How about you?
