Hope

It's my hope the above will come true. Certainly it won't in scale or quality, but if I can achieve even part of that, it will be a wondrous accomplishment.

Thinking about my own inevitable end is at once sad, intriguing, and beautiful. It's odd, how most everything truly beautiful is sad. Songs, movies, books; the best are generally poignant and touching. If I only had the ability... Ah well. So I wrote this because I was inspired by a line in another blog and by recent events that dealt with death and the future. I want to be that ideal. I want to have that death. Hopefully I'll try to accomplish it.

Over the past few days I've been reminded how much I enjoy helping people. I mean, helping them work out who and what they want to be. It'd be wonderful if I actually succeeded, but I'm just not experienced enough. Philosophy? I've got that. Optimism? I've got the best type. But I just can't answer every question. And when I can't, the disappointment's terrible. I'm still glad to listen and speak any advice I may or may not have. It's almost enough to make me switch my goal to psychiatry, but I don't think it's active enough for me. The money, the schooling, the contained nature... It just wouldn't work.

So I'm still back aiming for that goal. It does sound nice, doesn't it? If, in the end, all that's named for me is a High School Bathroom I think I'll have done pretty well. It's not about a material legacy. It's about affecting people for the better. It's about inspiring them to be what you decided not to be. It's about creating a ripple effect of happiness. I can only hope it will happen to me.