More Food For Thought

In about 100 years—2123—we will all be buried with our relatives and friends.

Strangers will live in the homes we fought so hard to build, and they will own everything we have today. All our possessions will be unknown and probably in a land fill, including the car we spent a fortune on. Some of our things may survive to end up in the loving hands of collectors.

Our descendants will hardly know who we were, and won't directly remember us. How many of us today know our grandfather's father or what he did?

After we die, we will be remembered for a few more years, then we are just a portrait on someone's bookshelf, and a few years later our history, photos and deeds disappear in history's oblivion. We won't even be memories.

If we paused one day to analyze these questions, perhaps we would understand how ignorant and weak the dream to achieve it all was.

If we could only think about this, surely our approaches, our thoughts would change, we would be different people.

Always having more, with no time for what's really valuable in this life. I'd change all this to live and enjoy the walks I've never taken, those hugs I didn't give, those kisses for our children and our loved ones, those jokes we didn't have time for. Those would certainly be the most beautiful moments to remember, after all they would fill our lives with joy. And yet most of us waste it day after day with greed and intolerance.

~Anonymous