What can I put my soul into, in the attempt at immortality? I'll never be a famous musician or sculptor, and I won't win any Olympic medals. I'll never publish a novel, or design a popular clothing line. But maybe my mediocrity will somehow manage to not slip into obscurity. Maybe I'll develop a new drug and name it after myself! (Ideas?)
And I guess I'll always have you, you little blog. You will live forever. :)
What will you pour your soul into? How will you live forever?
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At the risk of sounding trite, I submit that YOU (and your brothers) are what I have poured my soul into and the way in which I plan to live forever!
Mmm. Good thinking. I guess this means I should probably plan on having kids, huh?
I was just going to say that. As a new parent and someone also scared of fetuses and new babies, one hopeful thought is to mold this little thing as much as i can to be a mini-me.
that fetus picture on your blog totally looks like a pregnancy counter, by the way. ha ha. but keep it, don't take it down.
Also, i've been keeping a journal since i was 13. It's a trillion pages long and pretty ridiculous and embarrassing at times/ages, but it records the greater part of my life, so i guess it's turned out to be quite the jewel, too. i just hope my posterity doesn't cringe as much as i do when i read it.
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