I always thought I had three fears.
Losing my sanity.
Dying young.
Being old and alone.
But today as I sat in a near empty movie theater
Watching Emma Stone sing about a memory her aunt left her,
I realized I have one more.
Being forgotten.
My greatest fear by far is to be forgotten.
To leave this planet having left nothing behind that is worth remembering.
I fear the possibility of no person having a reason to mention my name after I have passed on.
In the tiny parts of the world I was able to touch, what will I be remembered for?
Will I even be remembered?
How many people must you meet?
How many things must you achieve?
How much work must you do?
What is the price of a legacy?
Who’s selling remberance insurance?