Each generation becomes more and more improvident, and it gets equally impossible to leave behind things for them. You often hear of how todayââ¬â¢s generation are wasteful in the eyes of previous generations. Oscar Wilde once feared that we would come to know the price of many things and the value of nothing.
I sit here and think about the generations who will eventually take my place on this Earth. I wish desperately to leave a legacy that they would somehow cherish ââ¬â maybe a valuable trinket or a timeless heirloom. I pessimistically suspect that my legacy to them would be transient.
What have I left to contribute to this world that I have so far spent 19 years living in? Itââ¬â¢s so hard for me to consider things I could leave behind for my successors.
And would it be something they would cherish? I say this as I reminisce about a precious stuffed animal I cherished as a youngster. Now the thing sits in my closet under a dusty shoe box.
What about something expensive?
Like a carat ring some charismatic and suave groom gives his bride at the lavish wedding we so often conceptualize in the corner of our most cheerful fantasies? Think about how much more it means to receive the right words than it is to receive a ring from a person you truly love.
If trinkets and charms are easily-forgotten, then what about a heartfelt love letter? But as many come to realize, love is fickle. It does not always withstand the test of time. Judging by the divorce rate and domestic violence rate, those beloved words you spent all night memorizing the night before that wedding become utterly just that. They are only words and it seems words are not worth two cents these days.
The only thing I would bury is less than an inch and is the essence of nature: a seed.
And if future generations improve in knowledge as I optimistically anticipate, they will understand it undoubtedly.
A seed is not only the dawn of new life, but the end of a previous. It represents hope, ambition, and renewal. Or, I should say, it contains the renewal of the past, the ambitions of the present, and the hope for the future.
There is a deeper meaning here.
The seed is a reminder, to all of us, of the importance of responsibility. Like the seed we enter this world, naked and at the mercy of others. We all were nurtured to become what we are today. We are all responsible for nurturing each other, because, like the seed, we need to be cultivated in order to grow and produce a fruitful legacy that the rest of society that can enjoy.
Our ancestors tasked us, the current generation, for reaping a healthy generation. This responsibility will surely be tasked to our own successors as well. I have faith they will ââ¬â not only meet this responsibility ââ¬â but excel in providing for their heirs in a way that we could not for them.
The seed would hopefully remind them that, even in the winter, when things are scarce and rough, they can always look forward to the upcoming spring to sprout and grow. Like life even when the world is cold, you must persevere and wait for better and warmer days. The seed also encourages the fact that the future is in their hands ââ¬â that you should never give up and neglect what you have started. The growth of that seed is dependent solely on how much attention you pay to even the smallest of indiscretions.
Yes, I would bury a seed. It doesn't sparkle in the sun, nor is it rare and precious. It does not call attention to itself, but makes you call attention to it. It does not sit idly on a shelf, but under the dirt.
I donââ¬â¢t want them to remember who I am; rather I want them to remember who they are.
Thatââ¬â¢s my only contribution I leave to the successors. I hope they ââ¬Ådig itââ¬Â.
Written by Fatal Dawn
I sit here and think about the generations who will eventually take my place on this Earth. I wish desperately to leave a legacy that they would somehow cherish ââ¬â maybe a valuable trinket or a timeless heirloom. I pessimistically suspect that my legacy to them would be transient.
What have I left to contribute to this world that I have so far spent 19 years living in? Itââ¬â¢s so hard for me to consider things I could leave behind for my successors.
And would it be something they would cherish? I say this as I reminisce about a precious stuffed animal I cherished as a youngster. Now the thing sits in my closet under a dusty shoe box.
What about something expensive?
Like a carat ring some charismatic and suave groom gives his bride at the lavish wedding we so often conceptualize in the corner of our most cheerful fantasies? Think about how much more it means to receive the right words than it is to receive a ring from a person you truly love.
If trinkets and charms are easily-forgotten, then what about a heartfelt love letter? But as many come to realize, love is fickle. It does not always withstand the test of time. Judging by the divorce rate and domestic violence rate, those beloved words you spent all night memorizing the night before that wedding become utterly just that. They are only words and it seems words are not worth two cents these days.
The only thing I would bury is less than an inch and is the essence of nature: a seed.
And if future generations improve in knowledge as I optimistically anticipate, they will understand it undoubtedly.
A seed is not only the dawn of new life, but the end of a previous. It represents hope, ambition, and renewal. Or, I should say, it contains the renewal of the past, the ambitions of the present, and the hope for the future.
There is a deeper meaning here.
The seed is a reminder, to all of us, of the importance of responsibility. Like the seed we enter this world, naked and at the mercy of others. We all were nurtured to become what we are today. We are all responsible for nurturing each other, because, like the seed, we need to be cultivated in order to grow and produce a fruitful legacy that the rest of society that can enjoy.
Our ancestors tasked us, the current generation, for reaping a healthy generation. This responsibility will surely be tasked to our own successors as well. I have faith they will ââ¬â not only meet this responsibility ââ¬â but excel in providing for their heirs in a way that we could not for them.
The seed would hopefully remind them that, even in the winter, when things are scarce and rough, they can always look forward to the upcoming spring to sprout and grow. Like life even when the world is cold, you must persevere and wait for better and warmer days. The seed also encourages the fact that the future is in their hands ââ¬â that you should never give up and neglect what you have started. The growth of that seed is dependent solely on how much attention you pay to even the smallest of indiscretions.
Yes, I would bury a seed. It doesn't sparkle in the sun, nor is it rare and precious. It does not call attention to itself, but makes you call attention to it. It does not sit idly on a shelf, but under the dirt.
I donââ¬â¢t want them to remember who I am; rather I want them to remember who they are.
Thatââ¬â¢s my only contribution I leave to the successors. I hope they ââ¬Ådig itââ¬Â.
Written by Fatal Dawn
