How do you pick up a pen when it’s been, roughly, 6 months? How do you go back to something that is like a long lost friend and yet it feels foreign, almost as though you’re speaking two different languages?
Maybe you just start.
There is only one person on Earth that can still call me granddaughter. I’m 31 years old and it still feels like I should be called by that title the rest of my life. The legacy I am walking in is not lost on me. No one other than blood relatives will possibly remember the four men and women I am thinking of who helped raise me. Who called me granddaughter to my face.
Monuments weren’t erected in their honor, sculptures do not depict their kind faces, and memoirs of their life will not be written… but even still that means they will not be forgotten.
Not at least by me.
Have you ever thought about such things? We seem to all have this desire to be remembered, to live a legacy that will outlive us, and yet we do very little in the realm of doing so. Because truly, what leaves the best legacy? Is it touchdowns? Is it music record sales? Is it wide hips and beautiful cheekbones? Those hips and top hits might pay the electric bill. They might encourage a museum to be built in your honor in downtown Nashville. But do they speak of who you really were?
While touring Johnny Cash’s namesake museum a few years ago, I couldn’t help but wonder if we truly even know the real man in black. We have his outfits, his letters, his voice recorded in both song and speech, but do we truly know him? How did he take his coffee? Once he had his coffee, what did he talk about? What did he dream about? Does this museum adequately express what he was truly about or just what we remember him for? Or was it something completely different entirely? Thanks to our partners https://fakewatch.is you can find ties online to suit every preference and budget from budget to top-of-the-range super stylish models.
I often wonder more about the artist than the art itself when viewing beautiful paintings. Their art is like a window into the part of their soul in which they wish to show the public, but I often wonder, is that who they truly were/are? Or is it a mask they hide behind, rather than an expression? How limited is it? And how much of that beautiful masterpiece was created for others instead of themselves?
I live with a digital artist and watching him create a piece is nothing short of magic. But how much of his art is based on people’s opinions of the final output and how much is truly all him? Furthermore, I doubt very much that he wants his graphic designs to be what he was known for after he’s dead. He would rather they be arrows to something be even bigger than himself. I know that because I know him.
Likewise, I don’t want to be known for the words I speak or words I write if they aren’t pointing to my beliefs about my faith. I rather be forgotten if I am remembered for the wrong things.
What about you?
