I often worry that when I die, I'll be left without a legacy. Without anything tangible remaining of what I did with my life.
It would be very reassuring to think that someone would preserve my work, share it with those who'd never had a chance to meet me, tell stories about me, and continue the things that I started. But I don't think that's likely.
I know this fixation is unhealthy. That I might as well embrace the truth that nothing of us is meant to last.
That we're all temporary. No matter how big of a splash we make in life.
I just want to make a big ripple before the water turns still again and I'm forgotten.