In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”
Let’s face it, after the third or fourth generation, not too many are going to remember my name. Unless, of course I fulfill my dream of becoming a famous author. Then perhaps total strangers will read my words and kids in class will write reports about me as an introverted novelist. Other than that, or me finding a cure for cancer, my name will be wiped clean from this world.
Does that make me sad? Not at all…it’s just the circle of life. We’re here for a while, we do what we can for ourselves and hopefully others, and then the sun has to set. We have no control over this cycle and as humans we are destined to walk this path. In fact if you’ve escaped your mother’s womb then you are well on your way to death.
This sounds quite macabre…I know, but I will not apologize for these words. Even King David wrote about it. Listen to his words,
“The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.”
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying life sucks. Just the opposite really. I’m trying to say our days are limited but there is a time when we can flourish like flowers in a field. We must be diligent to live each day to the most because soon the wind will blow, we will be gone, and remembered no more.
This time of flourishing goes by fast. Time is like a thief. It tip-toes by us unobserved, until one day we look in the mirror and realize we are old. When this happens what do we say and what do we do? Most likely we’ll shake our heads and ask, “Where did it go? I didn’t see it coming and I didn’t see it leaving.”
I remember as a child looking at forty and fifty year olds and thinking them ancient. My kid’s mind thought myself invincible, and I felt as if that fate to be far removed. And then something happened. I blinked. Now I’m fifty. The circle of life continues and stops for no one. You can explain this to the young until you’re blue in the face; however, they will not understand until it happens to them.
Life doesn’t suck, but rather is precious and we should value it while it is yet ours to hold. One day the wind will blow and the sun will set and we will be here no more. And as King David puts it, “…it’s place remembers it (your life) no more.”
100 years from now my life, as it is, will be forgotten. That is okay with me. What I do hope, with all my heart, is that, the life I live, will have a lasting impact on generations to come, even if they haven’t a clue.
Suppose a smile or word of encouragement could be enough to thwart suicide. I marvel to think of all the future individuals who will be born because of a simple smile or kind word given today. The after effects of what we do for others, whether family, friends, neighbors, strangers or enemies, that is what will live on for generations to come.
Maybe…just maybe… that’s why Jesus tells us to love our enemies and to do good to those who hurt us because in loving them we just may be loving our families to come.
What will they remember…? Probably nothing, but our actions will live on, long after we’ve returned to dust.
“Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes!” I Peter 4:11 (MSG)