Journal 2

Journal #2 Matt Steel

I’ve been putting some thought in to this question a lot recently, and my idea of a legacy has come to be pretty average. There’s quite a few people who want to leave a mark to be remembered by, to be the next Shaq or Davinci. I’d like to say I don’t care what people remember me by, but that would be some arrogant and a solid lie.

People come, people go, and there’s not a whole lot of people that stick around through the whole ride. There’s been a lot of people I associate myself with by calling them friends and family that I know won’t be here in ten or fifteen. These are the kind of people that aren’t on my brain when it comes to how I’d like to be remembered. People are going to remember me for a whole lot more than one single event that decides the outcome of how they think about me, and I can’t help that. At the same time, how people remember you doesn’t decide how you did live your life, so to hell with them. On another level, those people that I know I can call my real friends or people down the road that become those real friends, those are the people that I’d hope remembered me in a good light.

My reason for being is to have some good times with people who want to have some good times with me. This is the question I guess I’m supposed to raise some half baked pseudo-intellectual enlightened reason behind my being but I don’t have one, and I think there probably isn’t one. I don’t plan to be mad wealthy or cure cancer, and I could care less if I was in some textbook fifty years from now about how I conquered South America, but if I had the opportunity to live a decent life in a dope country, and if the people that stayed true the whole way through thought I was a good guy, than I think I’d die a happy dude.