Who were we a thousand years ago? Who will we be a thousand years from now?
Thinking grand scheme can make anyone feel insignificant. We get one shot at this (unless you’re Shirley Maclaine); one shot to make our mark create something everlasting.
Everlasting. At first blush the word seems impossible. You can build a steel bridge for all to cross a river and yet one day that bridge will be gone. Most city skyscrapers have been standing tall and strong for decades upon decades; somewhere in the future, most likely not your’s or mine, they will be gone. Our oceans are changing. Glaciers once carved their way across our Earth to form lakes and valleys; there are many scientists who believe we will see such transformation again.
So how do we live on long after we’re gone?
Hint: It isn’t in photo albums or even your Instagram page. (Hard to believe, I know.)
The solution is simple yet so hard to execute in this day and age. In a time when we can reach people far and wide with any message we wish, the absence of the most useful communication, the most powerful, appears to be buried beneath the hate, the misguided and the hurtful.
One word, one I’ve spoken of – can I call this speaking? – many, many times before: LOVE.
Love and the sharing of stories of love. Throughout my life I’ve had people go the extra mile, touch my life so deeply that it lives on long after we’ve parted ways. An act of kindness, love, giving. This is the seed planted that can grow into FOREVER. To cultivate that flower, that tree into the next millennium, you must share that story, reciprocate that act of kindness.
I don’t want to go off on a rant or climb onto a soapbox, but today’s media sensationalizes all that is wrong in the world; they leave a feel good story for the end of their hour only if they have time at the end. I challenge them all to lead with that story. Lead. And others will follow. The things that impact us should be reported out, but a balance of the random act of kindness or senseless act of love should always fill the opposite scale.
That’s where we come in.
Our duty as parents, as human beings, is to share the love we’ve seen over the years, pass it on and append our own acts of love to each other before we are done.
That’s how you leave your mark.
When we are gone we live on through those we left behind, those whose lives we’ve touched and left a lasting, loving indelible mark.
Do that and even a quack will carry on if you really want to find a way…