I shouldn’t still be up. I have to be awake again in a couple of hours. But I’m watching “The Secret Life of Bob Monkhouse” on BBC Four. A great comic who I’ve always admired, he entertained a nation for literally decades. His mark on the world is there for everyone to see. He died at the end of 2003.
And he has of course left a legacy, a mountain of show business material, a life’s work. Like many many others, he will be Giggled and Wookied for decades and centuries and folk will learn of him from what he has left.
But then i look at my own life. What will i leave? What legacy? What lasting impression? Well the answer is of course, nothing. A year or so after I’m dead, my dormant blogs will probably be deleted. Nothing I’ve ever done will leave any mark on the world at all. It’ll be as if i wasn’t here. And surely if that’s the case, then maybe i shouldn’t be here. After all what’s the point of being here if we can’t leave something of ourselves after we’re gone?
I’ve had no children, so there’s no genes, no bloodline to continue. I’ve changed nothing in the world of any significance and certainly nothing that I’ll be remembered for. I’ve created nothing. No great work of art or music or literature. No buildings have i built, no high office have i held. No ocean have i sailed or mountain climbed. Once I’m gone, I’ll almost immediately be forgotten.
Which begs the question, why not just slip away, right now, tonight, before daybreak? It’s so very very tempting.
Addendum added on Thursday 10th March at 13:00
I suppose the other option is to get on and do something that’s worth leaving. Now there’s a thought. Suggestion welcome, but no postcards, use the comment form below.