from the pulpit our pastor spoke on legacy. an issue too big for 300 words or a 30 minute talk. he asked us what we wanted our legacy to be – what do we want to impart on the world?
a couple came over for lunch and we listened as they struggled to define their core values – the ones that they would instill in their someday kids. we hinted at what it means to be parents and how that can happen given where each of us are at in life and how soon we think kids may be headed our way. for 3 hours we came in and out of this topic of legacy and values and at the end of it nothing was processed in my mind.
the easiest thing to do when we speak about legacy is to jump to our kids, or are someday kids. to say, what will i impart on them? how will i affect their lives so that they affect the lives around them?
that feels like a cop-out. every day i have hundreds of interactions with various people. in some small way i’m impacting their lives. i’m leaving something with them, whether it’s obvious or not.
i’d love to have kids some day, but in the meantime i have a legacy to build. a legend to live. it’s not a very exciting one. i’m not The Natural or a New York Times best selling author.
i’m just a me.
a me that wants to do the next right thing. nothing complicated about it, but i figure if i can do the next right thing, and then maybe the next right thing, and then, hopefully, the next right thing, good things will happen not just to me but to the people around me.
i guess it’s that simple. legacy and legends are these massive ideas; hypotheticals with nothing concrete to back them up. a faux pa that sounds good, but accomplishes nothing. so i turn to the simple. the concrete. the things i can do, not just discuss on an intellectual level.
at the heart of me – deep down inside where only spelunkers go – this is all there is: a simple man just trying to do the next right thing. that’s the legacy i hope to leave behind.