When I have reached my twilight years and the last breath has been snuffed out, I want to be remembered in a way that would personify my character. My thoughts, ideas and hobbies will remind those I have left behind of the existence that I had before.
I want others to remember me as who I was: a daughter to my family, sister to my siblings, faithful wife, loving mother, public servant of my country, and child of God. I want them to be reminded with fond memories of how much I enjoyed life with them. Filled with love, hope, faith, and happiness, I want my life to be an example of how beautiful God’s gift to us humans.
But I guess the best way I want to be remembered is through my writing and ideas. I want to immortalize myself through the things I have written that even those generations after I lived would still hear and know about me. Wait. I don’t want to make myself a saint along with my followers; no, I’m far from that. I just wanted to share my random thoughts and takes to everyone and it would feel nice if others will find it in themselves to agree to some things I have written.
Greek philosophers, for example, are more than decayed even before my great grandparents were conceived. Still, their political, social, and scientific thoughts are being echoed until now. How many modern philosophers derived their school of thoughts from those great men? I know I cannot draw parallels between me and those philosophers, but they are my inspiration. Even for just a little, I wanted to be remembered and quoted from my learning and writing.
Just as the Bard of Avon mentioned in one of his famous sonnets, “So long as men can breathe, and eyes can see, so long lives this and this gives life to thee.”