02/05/2024
When I was two steps closer to death I had a question in my mind.
What I want to be remembered for when I die?
Do I want to be remembered for the care I gave and the deception I received or how many times I thought life is pointless, without a higher purpose. That wasn’t the answer at all.
I want to be remembered that I kept fighting even in the darkest battles some could not survive. That I could keep the beacon on till the the end of the maze. Though all my surroundings were absurd upwards and onwards I could leap toward the light and grasp luminescence.
When stars didn’t emerge in my night to guide me I trusted my guts and leaned into it. I want to be remembered as the healer who had stitches all over her body but reassured and solaced others in tight situations. I want to be remembered not by how life was hard on me but by how beautifully I fought against all the odds. How I honoured the past and managed to make the present.
I want to be remembered by my strengths not my weaknesses, my victories over my losses and that I was still and steady in the battlefield and didn’t quiver, I didn’t tear apart.
How about you ? What do you want to be remembered for ?
