I’ve been trying to find myself
Started seeing that love is wealth
Holding on to my dreams of full ascension
Looking out on a whole new plane…
-Mad Caddies, Love Myself
This popped up on my shuffle, and it was pretty timely. I was just having a discussion about our “sense of purpose” and our “legacies” particularly as we get older. In our later years, most of us have our basic needs met. Especially if you spent a lot of years struggling, that contentment, at least for me, has left me searching around for my sense of purpose and what will be my legacy after I’m gone. We all like to say our children are our legacy, but that doesn’t seem right to me. They are their own people, and with any luck, they are their OWN legacy. We don’t get to claim them or saddle them with that burden. It isn’t up to them to fulfill our sense of purpose.
So, what is your legacy? What fulfills your sense of purpose? How will you know when you’ve done it? Do you have an end game?