I wonder whether past our 20’s our main concerns could be summarised into one: establishing a legacy. Or, in more words: establishing that which will testify of one’s impacting existence once we’ve crossed over. Ideally with a kind word.
Legacy, as I am understanding it today _might change my mind tomorrow_ is the ulterior motive behind every decision and action we make. A desperate attempt to leave a mark in the minds and memories of our contemporaries and descendants.
Nothing conveys this fact more intensely than the mausoleums, tombstones and plaques in the churches and historical landmarks of the City*.
Tombstones clash violently with the sleek, skyscraping builds as failed, yet dignified, attempts at “rising” above the present, the future and the noise. Purely to be remembered or simply, acknowledged.
It was with a mixture of endearment, sadness and nostalgia that I realised that those stones’ quest served best as a reminder that our days are really counted and that, regardless how big an impact we manage to make, the world will ceaselessly move on and our legacy will eventually be buried in time.
Masons, architects and artists in general may argue “memories forged and carved by hand are there to last” yet in my opinion, the only memory that is there to stay is in the gene. Whether the latter is in fact marginally more powerful that the former is a matter for another post**.
P.S.: Would be great to read your thoughts on legacy, or whichever word you would deem more appropriate for this. Legacy had a nice ring to it, it “makes sense” to me although the official definitions somehow deviate a bit from the idea I am discussing here.
* City of London Borough.
** Another matter for a new post is the controversial problem of overpopulation or “massive genetic-memory-bank expansion” if we follow this post’s train of thought…