“How
often do you look back, and really reflect on all you’ve
done?
The insignificance of it all: the pointless
arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts...
But do
you ever wonder how you’ll be remembered – or if
what you’ve done & what you’re doing means
anything at all?
What will your songs sound like when you’re
dead and gone?
Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will
your story be told?
Will your words leave
a bitter taste in their mouths? Or will they even remember you
at all?
Compassion, the concept is rather simple.
Most know what it means to be civil, but
there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour.
Give too much of yourself away and
you’ll be all used up; not enough and no one will be
around to share this with.
So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler,
more refined?
I’d like to think
it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul:
Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their
shoes,
those who took the blame for breaking the window when it
was you who cast the stone.
Those who will be by your side when reality
knocks on your door, both good and bad.
But more importantly, those whose stories you will share
with your kids, and grand-kids, and their kids and their
grand-kids, in hope to somehow keep this all alive.
Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength:
how will you
be remembered?”
