About legacy
For almost my entire life, legacy has been one of my main drivers. The thought of making history, of being remembered and admired. It is the ultimate immortality. Because if we are remembered, then we will never die. If we are forgotten, then what is the point of anything?
We would be temporary. Inconsecuential.
But then Covid comes along. And I am faced with daily tasks driving me away from that greatness that would eventually write my name in the pantheon of heroes.
God damnit, how anxious and lost I felt! Here I am, the potential kwisatz haderach, spending (wasting) hours of my life doing anything but the things that would birng me closer to my goal of becoming a human myth.
And the, thank the universe, got to read this Naval’s tweet: “Legacy” is the opinion of people not yet born, about someone who no longer exists.
How obvious. How stupid and shallow made me feel. It was a shock. A revelation about how I really felt about others opinions. And the epiphany rose almost immediatly after: The only opinion of us that matters is our own. The only time that matters is now.
Now I feel kind of relieved. Still a little anxious. Not so easy to let go that dream you have been chasing your whole life.
We’ll see how all this ends.