maybe

“It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien

I sit and think sometimes,

of days gone by.

Of the countless people,

who lived before.

Some of them are remembered,

& some are to remain forever forgotten.

But they all lived & laughed & cried,

& they all left behind something.

A legacy,

which helped shape the world

for better or for worse.

No matter how little,

they all left one behind.

The world is what it is today

because of all these people

and all these faces,

most of whom I'll never know.

I sit and think sometimes,

of my legacy.

I don't need my name in history textbooks.

I just want my legacy to make a difference

in this world.

Maybe I can't control what weather

future generations will have.

But I want to make sure the soil I leave behind

is clean.

And maybe if more of us sat down and thought

about our legacies,

really cared.

Then maybe, just maybe,

the soil our generation leaves behind

will be fertile

instead of rocky.

Maybe.

xx, e