That's not to say I want to be known for the things I do. No, that' not it at all. I just want the things I've done to be known. My face, my name.....they don't matter. What matters is caring enough to get others to care more. It's more than proselytizing on the internet about what's right and what's wrong. It's more than talking about what you know to be true and untrue. It's living what you believe, so that others can see that you care, and hopefully start to care in return.
Do we have to be under a death sentence to make a difference? Can't we make the decision now to make the memories that will carry forever? I want to give the people that love me so many happy memories of my life that my funeral is more full of smiles and laughs than of tears. Tears are for grieving, saying goodbye to someone with regrets. I don't want to die with regrets. Not even for mistakes already made. I want my send off to be something amazingly wonderful for those I leave behind.
I don't want to be mourned, I want to be celebrated. I don't want to be missed, I want to be remembered. I want to be such an inspiration to those around me that they choose to live life to the fullest because I did. The only way to do that is to not be afraid to grab life with both hands and run with it.
Impassioned speeches aside, I now need to come crashing to reality of the hot mess that is my life and the realization that I will likely die never having the opportunity to move completely past the regrets of the past. Not enough new memories will be made to move past them unless I force them.
That being the case, I am hoping that everyone who read this won't wait . Realizing that today could be the last day to make those memories. The ones you want people to celebrate and cling to when you're not here to remind people who you really were. This may not be a funny or fun post, but it's honest. An examination of who I need to become. And also.................
Maybe later. ;-)