We all want to leave our mark on this world, to live and then to die but to have it seem as if we never did die. We want to do something and be something that lives on even after we ourselves can not. We want to leave our footprints in the sand and cross our fingers that some mighty wave does not come by and wash them away. These, we hope, might be some strange testament to our ability to do something grand as a human being.Why though are we wasting so much time trying to leave a mark on this world when instead we could be using that time to be more deeply rooted in the beauty of life itself. When I die there are a few things that I want to be done. First, don’t bury me and have a bunch of weeping people gather around my grave–seems like to much work and I just want to be left alone, and I would hate to think I did something to upset people.Second, if I somehow actually own anything other then books,pillows and rooms full of things I wrote, give the crap I own away because I want somebody else to have a fluffy book shaped pillow that I can no longer use. Third, don’t try and give some speech about what I am remembered by… Each person who has ever known me will know in their hearts what they want to remember me as, the whole world does not need to know.Last of all…don’t try and list off things I did, or footprints I left on this earth… If you must do something instead leave footprints in the sand near the shoreline, by doing beautiful and compassionate acts and think of how I gave you this peculiar form of advice… And then I won’t come back and haunt you ,pillaging through your bookshelves for a good read.
Life is to short to try and make it last forever.
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-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”