Fallen Trees
I’ve come across the phrase
“If a tree falls when there’s no one there to hear it does it make a sound?”
Even if the trunk thuds to the ground, the echoes travel around to surround the remaining trees far into the woods.
Is it really any good?
Was there any point at all if there wasn’t anyone there to see its fall?
But if this is what makes sense in your head, then realistically, the same could be said about people.
Maybe people just wither away without cause to be missed.
If a person is born and lives their life as they wish, but does nothing to get remembered, have we really made them exist?
If there were only a few people who kept their memories alive till the day they died, their existence didn’t really survive for too long.
Perhaps there was never anywhere for them to truly belong.
So if you never do anything that catches a few strange looks or may end up in the history books, then you’ll soon be gone from the family’s narration in the next few generations, just another lost soul, one more forgotten face who never managed to find their place in this world.
Find somebody who will keep you at the top of their minds, who will get in a few stories about you sometimes, whether they be a new creation, a strange fascination, some kind words or your own eccentric spin on life, strive to be remembered by those that you loved.
Your friends,
Your family,
Your kin.
Die knowing that you always fought for what you believed in.
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2017
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