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It seems like the only thing we leave behind besides legacy are the memories we create and imprint in the hearts of the people we love, have met, or cared for. Legacy, in my opinion, is formed out of memories – where we’ve been, the things that we did, our goals and accomplishments, even failures.

The older I get, the more I think I’m beginning to understand the true essence of life. I hope I do.

One moment, the people we love, know, or care about are here and the next they are gone. Tell me again, why we clench our fists as a new-born and let it all out when we leave? Or why we make loud noises in the announcement of our arrival and walk away in silence, sometimes without notice.

Is life that meaningless, as the words of the king in Jerusalem, son of David?

I never entirely fully agreed with some of his words in Ecclesiastes, the idea of it is very understandable though, actually very deep for one who has seen it all, I suppose.  ‘One generation goes its way, the next one arrives, but nothing changes – it’s business as usual for old planet earth’, he wrote, I agree.  

You see why memories are perhaps what is left and let into the air when we drop those hands and let out those last breath – however painful, loud, painless, or silent?

The memories we create are in the sound of our laughter, the smile we give, even to a stranger, the kindness we show, the love we share. It’s in the words we speak, the jokes, even the dry ones we crack, the way that we work, and most importantly how we make others feel.

All of these to say, in the end, you die alone but you must live first and create beautiful lasting memories in the hearts of people you know, care for, love, never met, and may never meet.

Just like air, they are invisible but we feel them and they reach the corners of the earth!

To those grieving for the loss of someone, I am sending your way lots of love, hugs, and light.

TA



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