It's all about leaving a legacy.
As usual, I post my disclaimer that NONE of this is really going to make sense.
In light of the nostalgic posts of late, Lyn's is WAY better than this one, so if you haven't read it, SKIP THIS ONE and read the one below.
I just realized something.
That all my life, since I was young, I've been obsessed with leaving something behind.
I've always been the type of kid who'll do something stupid, rash and impulsive just to be remembered, to be legendized. I rapped half my election speech for the School Captain elections. I've taken hundreds of FUGLICIOUS photos just to prove I was there. I've collected coins so my kids and their kids will look back on them fondly. I've kept a box of Keepsakes full of my most precious treasures so that someone will come across it in an attic some day and think, Wow, some life this girl had.
I keep a journal. I file all my poems neatly away in a big binder, prettily decorated in silver marker. I author a blog and co-author a second. I collect all sorts of random nonsense with the hope that I'll sometime pass it down (jewellery, stamps, miniature tea sets, lockets....)
And I just realized the common link between all these things: A deep rooted desire to leave a bit of myself behind. A strange fear of being lost in the sands of time. I wonder if everyone is like this, if EVERYONE is as much of an ORGANIZED hoarder as I am!
Inside my heart is a girlish desire that someone will open a locket in the year 2095 and go, "What a pretty girl, I wonder what her story is." and on the other side of the world, at the same time, someone will find a poem or letter and say, "Wow. This is some pretty intense stuff. I wish I had a photo, a face to put to this."
And up in heaven, I'll giggle to myself.
As usual, I post my disclaimer that NONE of this is really going to make sense.
In light of the nostalgic posts of late, Lyn's is WAY better than this one, so if you haven't read it, SKIP THIS ONE and read the one below.
I just realized something.
That all my life, since I was young, I've been obsessed with leaving something behind.
I've always been the type of kid who'll do something stupid, rash and impulsive just to be remembered, to be legendized. I rapped half my election speech for the School Captain elections. I've taken hundreds of FUGLICIOUS photos just to prove I was there. I've collected coins so my kids and their kids will look back on them fondly. I've kept a box of Keepsakes full of my most precious treasures so that someone will come across it in an attic some day and think, Wow, some life this girl had.
I keep a journal. I file all my poems neatly away in a big binder, prettily decorated in silver marker. I author a blog and co-author a second. I collect all sorts of random nonsense with the hope that I'll sometime pass it down (jewellery, stamps, miniature tea sets, lockets....)
And I just realized the common link between all these things: A deep rooted desire to leave a bit of myself behind. A strange fear of being lost in the sands of time. I wonder if everyone is like this, if EVERYONE is as much of an ORGANIZED hoarder as I am!
Inside my heart is a girlish desire that someone will open a locket in the year 2095 and go, "What a pretty girl, I wonder what her story is." and on the other side of the world, at the same time, someone will find a poem or letter and say, "Wow. This is some pretty intense stuff. I wish I had a photo, a face to put to this."
And up in heaven, I'll giggle to myself.
3 comments:
when those someones chance upon your legacies, they will definitely be awestruck. they will think you must have been an amazing person and they will be right. ;)
*HUGS* i knew i wasn't the only one doing those things just because i have ADD. but my reason, instead of wanting to leave behind a legacy, is more of wanting to have something for myself to look at so when i walk down my memory lane, not a thing is missing.
ps. i'm a hoarder too, but not an organized one lol.
you know i took hundreds (literally thuosands) of pictures back in school. at one point i thought, "why am i keeping all this?" i remember talking to you, lyn! haha that was like, 3am or something. oops. sensitive info.
aaaaanyway.
i know why. so that i could laugh and reminisce when kevin danced with vee, when jason and sana opened their stupid umbrellas in class, and when we were into the tie craze. oh the good times.
another reason, is so that i can charge you all for photo albums when we meet back again in 10, 20 years time!
well i think i left my legacy right where it should be (that guy who wore disturbingly short shorts but never wore shoes during track meets, that dude who jumped over tables, the weirdo who played keyboards), and i'll be holding on to my little photographic memories, all 8000 of them.
and now my chocolate cake is melting...
damn straight you got it right, sana.
Gosh.. It would be sooo amazing if that happens, mate. :P I hope that does happen. I wonder if I'll live that long to see that happen. :)
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