I used to think that it was important to leave something behind in life as a legacy for others to acknowledge my existence. For most of my life I kept journals, poetry books, albums and all sorts of pasted memory books documenting my journey here. Several years ago I stopped. I was losing myself in trying to leave a life behind while not being presently available now. I was tired of leaving a token of my existence for others to find. I decided I was going to touch more, love harder, and be present with those in my life.
What better legacy but time?
We are always trying to leave footprints behind for others to find. Sometime ago during a visit from one of my sons we were sitting around discussing legacies. He asked me what I would like to leave behind as a remembrance of my life.
I said, “My laughter. I want people to think of me and think that I was fun. I want to believe that I touched someone through my sense of humor.”
His eyes watered with that simple answer. He was expecting me to say something of greatness or about love. But, I believe that joy is the catalyst to other emotions. Joy and laughter open up love, empathy, compassion, and kindness.
What carries on after death?
The lessons, mistakes, triumphs, and achievements are not so much of importance in the past as they will be in the future. We take for granted what must be learned rather than learn what we take for granted because of worrying about the future. It is the present moment that emphasis must be placed upon in order to correct anything else in our path.
Legacies are moments. Moments consist of time.
Death is a state of consciousness. It is one of the many stages through the infinite. I witnessed this first hand in January of 2014 when I had a near death experience. At that moment of leaving the physical body I was not a bit concerned with my legacy. I didn’t think about the things I should have done. I didn’t ponder or cry about the things I didn’t get to do. My only thought was, “Where will this light take me? There’s nothing like this. There never was.”
We are here passing through: learning, accumulating, and exercising the greatness of our existence. There is no real secret to life. Perhaps…. That’s perhaps the secret! We all want to know that we’ve mattered. We have. I have. You have. We are here in this melting pot together making our way home. Every day I am gifted favorable circumstances. I get opportunities of love (giving and receiving), forgiveness (for mistakes and misunderstandings), learning (beyond my means), dreaming (manifesting all my desires), kindness, and compassion (without them I am not human) so that my spiritual, physical and emotional bodies can evolve into greatness.
This greatness is called life. Make each moment count with joy, surrendering abandonment for the past, miracles for the future, and appreciation for being present at all times. Laugh at the silliness, forgive the hurt, love those who you never thought you could. Allow these opportunities to map out the journey. You got this! No one else can do it for you. Create the greatest story of YOU! That’s your legacy.
“Inside of all of us there is the need and the desire to be heard, to have our innermost thoughts, feelings and desires expressed for others to hear, to see and to understand. We all want to matter to someone, to leave a mark. Writers just take those thoughts, feelings and desires and express them in such a way that the reader not only reads them but feels them as well.” ~ Vicktor Alexander
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I think, perhaps, it’s time that consists of moments. I can only ever hold one moment at a time, and the string of time escapes me before the next moment joins it. I’ll just laugh and love with you now, Millie. 😉 xoxoM
Back at you mi amiguita Linda
I love this. Just today I was feeling sad and powerless after reading some stories online … stories of people hurting others, killing others, hating them, trying to control them and most of it all in the name of religion. We’re just passing through and sometimes I feel like I’m the strange one, the weird one, for thinking that this is just a gift, this is just a now-consciousness, a brief moment in time before we move on to something else… and your blog reminded me that I’m not alone in my thinking, not alone in my journey, and not alone in my understanding of life. Love you.
You are not alone my sweetness. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with sadness from what’s happening outside of my bubble. Then I have to remind myself that change begins with me, inside of me. I am responsible for me. Live by example. You are my inspiration. I love you. Hugs and kisses. Thank you for stopping by!
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Not so long ago, a friend was talking about her parents and the things they did for her brother. She asked whether it bothered me, all the things my parents do for my sister. “No, not at all. I’m grateful they can do what they do.” “But you should keep up with that; after all, it’s your inheritance.” “O, no, I replied”, placing my hand over my heart, “I already have my inheritance”. We never miss what we give away, and immortality comes to those who love. I love you, Millie. Here’s to ten thousand more years ❤
I love you. You are always enlightening me with beautiful stories. Thank you.