"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 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?