How often do you look back? Really reflect on
what you’ve done. The insignificance of it all. Pointless
arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how
you will be remembered? Or if what you’ve done and what
you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs
sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when
the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your
words leave a bitter taste in their mouths, or will they even
remember you at all? Compassion. The concept is rather simple. Most
know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line
between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and
you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around
to share this with. So what is it that motivates us to be better,
gentler, more refined? I’d like to think it’s those
close to us, close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to
the car after you puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame
for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone. Those
who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both
good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will
share with your kids, and grandkids, and their kids, and their
grandkids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry,
decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be
remembered?