On Living Legacies

I've been giving a lot of thought to legacies lately... what constitutes one, how you establish, maintain, and nurture one, and what it says about you if somebody measures you solely upon it.

My head then popped right off my neck. That is a c r a p l o a d of expectation to heap upon oneself, especially if oneself is still a bit soft around the edges from the previous evening of life-loving (editor's note: no need to panic, subsequent posts will address the art of life-loving). I'm pretty sure my blog ~ I'm not crazy about the word blog, by the way ~ won't be my solatary legacy. I'm not sure what if anything will be. I'm not the kind of person to pursue a legacy; I'm the kind of person whose legacy will be whatever people decide it will be.  In the interim I shall move forward living my life the very best way I know how: with a commitment to loving generously, praising loudly, and living fully.

But since you've invested the time to read this far and were likely hoping for something of greater substance, I have this to offer courtesy of a wall hanging given to me by Potala Gift Shop in the Beach (www.potalagiftshop.com):

"We are visitors on this planet. We are here for ninety or one hundred years at the very most. During that period, we must try to do something good, something useful, with our lives. If you contribute to other peoples' happiness, you will find the true goal, the true meaning of life."  H.H. The 14th Dalai Lama

So basically if you've made somebody smile today, you've found the meaning of life.  How cool is that?