I’d like to be remembered as someone who rode life by as they took it. I was born with no map and I simply just exist. But growing up through trial and error, I tried making the best of it as I can. Learning things the hard way and taking pleasure of the easy way. I would’ve wanted to be remembered this way through my circle, whom I would hopefully inspire and influence by living as your own of being a spirit of individuality, even if your path isn’t clear.
I know I didn’t invent anything to help society, didn’t become rich and famous who could move mountains. However, I’d like to think I’d given ideas and creative input to be built upon and realized that could serve as a net benefit, big or small to anybody who needed it.
I directly saved a kid’s life once, so while I wouldn’t expect him to remember my name decades for now, it would kinda be nice if he shares positive stories of my daring rescue with his kids and grandkids someday.
My name is on patents from several jobs ago. Some nerd reading obscure patents decades from now may note the only lady on the patents is always last in the list despite all the men’s names being in alphabetical order and will wonder if it was sexism. It was.
I still get hits and comments to a travel blog I wrote in the 00’s. It doesn’t have my real name but will probably last longer than most of my other online presences. I appreciate the comments that indicate the reader found valuable travel info in my posts or the comments that say I’m funny.
I’m not going to have kids so I expect to be forgotten from most live humans’ memories within a generation.
“I don’t want to be remembered, I want to be alive”
-CGP Grey, in denial about death
I don’t want to be remembered. I want to outlive every single one of you motherfuckers!
I want my kids to remember me as a dad who loved them and did his best.
As someone who added more good than bad to the world.
For being kind.
Well, I’d be dead, so what’s the point in being remembered?
I hope I’m remembered as a good parent by my kids. I don’t really care what anyone else thinks.
I want people to remember me as smart, creative and hard-working. I hope the fact that i was kinder and more diligent than so many other people I’ve met counted for something.
Aspirationally, maybe people will also see just how much trauma I’ve overcome and be impressed that i made it as far as I did. But largely I don’t talk about it.
I don’t want to die.
My only regret, is having bone-itis
An ok person. And my great comments on social media.
My music, and hopefully by as many people as possible.
