Your legacy

We have an innate desire to be remembered. The things we do to have our existence be marked. The need to be continued to be thought of even if we aren’t around to do so directly. Whether it’s in secondary school, carving your name into the playground bench reading ‘Maddie waz here’ or leaving a little toy car at your workplace so that whenever people do see it, they think of you. To plant something for an infinite amount of time which represents you. The whole – “this is your song” is synonymous for “Remember me when you listen to this”.

I am starting to understand the compulsion with age – wanting to leave your mark. I mean we want to be missed, don’t we? When we leave a job, we don’t like knowing that come Monday, everyone else will be waking up just the same, working just the same and leaving work – just the same. That your absence doesn’t really cause a destruction in whatever you leave behind, but it will continue to work as it should – smoothly.

Only the other day did I run into my old lecturer in my beloved University campus. The first few seconds I could tell she didn’t recognise me, in which time I was getting ready to backtrack at full speed and pretend I approached her by accident until I saw her expression change as it clicked. After the confusion, however, she remembered the smallest of details and interactions we had that I no longer remember. I felt a little relieved and very humbled. It was a switch that needed turning on but when it’s on, the light shone pretty brightly.

I wonder where that need comes from. Is it the subconscious realisation of the ever-hovering guarantee of death? The understanding that if we didn’t make a mark here for the months we spent here, even in death, we won’t create. It makes our remaining days truly finite.

It’s a lonely feeling. Or is it something lesser, like our need to be recognised, or famous or some kind of connection to our vanity? I mean it extends to the random text you get from a friend you haven’t spoken to since school and them having thought of you, and felt enough for you to get in touch and let you know. Something about you spurned them to proactively chase your existence.

It can even be explained by ancestry – our innate need to pass on our genes, something of ourselves. I mean a shiny statue of yourself can never compare to a walking, talking, breathing human that shares half your DNA. Can it be reduced as simply an extension of maintaining our gene pool?

Even as a society, we place significance on being remembered after death. Singers do well in this – their music may be timeless, we think of them every single time we hear the song. I used to find Amy Winehouse’s song ‘Rehab’ funny which of course did make use of dark humour, now – it’s just depressing. But without fail, I don’t think of how she lived, but how she died – a tragedy in itself. I wouldn’t want people to remember me like that, I wouldn’t want the circumstances of my death to be so overbearing that it outshines my living accomplishments, connections, and impact. Reduced to a tragedy and an oversight of the years you actually spent living.

Think academics – let’s go with Philosophy. If you do it well, say, Plato, Socrates, Nietzsche etc – those philosophers never did a Lenin and went out there and acted and shifted governments. Never physically recreating a standard structure. They just thought, wondered and decided and thus put it into writing (with the exception of Socrates – lazy bugger) and that was enough for us to refer to them constantly as fundamentals and ‘fathers’ when approaching their field of study. They were thought leaders, that’s all they were and by extension, writers. Why do you write? To make an impact, right? Imagine someone bookmarks a post of yours – to read regularly. That’s incredible, right? Someone you don’t know shares your link not because you asked them to but because your words made an impact and they want someone else to be impacted in the same way.

What do you want to be remembered for? Or do you think that you live while you’re alive and once you hit the ground, everything after the fact is irrelevant because you won’t be around to reap the benefits – a Shakespearian life?

 

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  1. So well written! One view says that as we’re bodies made of dust particles, moving around in dust particles, on a large sphere made of dust particles, which might explode sooner than we think, what we do is immaterial. But that doesn’t stop us. We do have this need to make a dent in the universe in our own little way. I think of it this way – if I was forgotten by a class of students I sat with for years or a room of colleagues I worked with, that would mean I wasn’t interesting enough to be remembered, which would break my heart.

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    1. Thank you! Yes absolutely – our overarching effect on the world is insignificant. All we can hope for is that we can affect and influence the people around us for the better. Even if it is just the one time.

      I agree, when I left my last employment, I had a ‘let’s be polite’ number exchange, with no intention of contacting this person in question and I was a 100% sure she was only asking for mine to be polite. The very shallow ‘I’ll text you’ – but she actually did invite me out a month later which just goes to show that even if in your eyes you didn’t do much to nurture this relationship, this person got something out of it. Enough to take initiative twice.

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      1. So you are interesting enough 😛
        But sometimes it’s nice to think that nothing really matters – just to take the pressure off.
        Now is the time of momentary fame. Just yesterday at the Superbowl, the boy who took a selfie with Justin Timberlake became a viral meme. He’s doing interviews now with magazines. Tomorrow he will be forgotten.
        So imagine, trying to be nice to people so that they would remember you, only to realize you wasted time being nice to people you don’t even like. Nothing really matters. I want to be remembered at least by the people who matter to me.

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      2. haha I’d like to think so!

        Yeahh I hear ya. Remember ‘Alex from Target’? No? Me neither lol

        Yeah rather than going out of your way to becoming a thought leader, it’s better to just do what you feel is right, and less about what legacy you leave behind. That said, we still care obviously, and I’m not sure how I’d get rid of that want completely but you could at least give it less of a priority.

        If leaving behind an impression becomes your mission, then you warp into what you just mentioned – trying hard for people who may just not be worth it.

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