As I’m lying down in bed at my parents, I am hearing the one sound that truly scares me. I’m listening to the deafening ticks of a clock. When I was a child, I was very afraid of this sound because I thought it was a clock connected to a bomb. As I got older and started to have a better understanding of the world around me, I slowly learned that it’s not a bomb that I was afraid of. I’m afraid of the inevitable silence of my personal clock; my life. No, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that I will not leave my mark upon the world. Afraid that I will not get to do my part in this world. That is what freaks me out.
So now you know one of the VERY few things that actually frightens me. I just hope my time won’t be up before I am finished.
I think many of us worry about what our legacy is to be, but it’s apparent to me that most, if not all people always are able to leave a mark, or marks on society as a whole. But, it’s imperative that we not obsess over it. I just try to do the best I can, day after day, and not sweat the details too much.