The other morning I was putting blueberries on my cereal. I started to reminisce about picking blueberries. I think it was a right of passage for most children. I remember my mother handing me a pail and sending me on my way. I remember the rocks near the blueberry bushes. They would get hot in the sun. Nice and warm for little bums to rest on. I probably ate more blueberries than actually went into the pail. But there was always enough for my mother to make a pie. I loved her pies.
It also started me thinking about my life. I’ve had a great life! I’ve experienced wonderful things, seen beautiful things. But when I’m gone will any of that matter. Sobering thought. In a hundred years who knows what will matter to people. I don’t.
Part of me thinks that if I record all those wonderful experiences then something of me will remain. Perhaps, perhaps not. And that made me sad. But then I started to remember what exactly is important. People don’t usually remember what you say to them, but how you made them feel. I didn’t experience any of these activities alone. I shared them with other people. As long as someone remembers, then they will live in our memories.
So what if in hundred years no one remembers my name or what I have done. What matters is today and tomorrow. How I make people feel. This is something I can control. If I make people feel better about themselves in any small way then I’m doing my job. But it is a never-ending journey. My parents have been gone a number of years and yet people still talk about them with fondness. They were good people who saw the good in others.
As a people we seem to like our ‘stuff’ and that is fine. I enjoy my ‘stuff’. I also enjoy seeing a friend laugh when she was feeling less than happy. I enjoy seeing a child giggle at the antics of a swan. I enjoy watching someone figure out the last word in a crossword puzzle. And if I played a part in any of these scenarios then I can count myself wealthy.
Am I going to leave my mark in this world? I think so. But like sand on the shores, the mark will easily wash away. That is the cycle of life.
About the picture:
A group of us decided we would “climb” up a local road to raise money for charity. We finished our “climb” just as our high school football game was ending. It is one of those great memories!