
It's raining this morning in Los Angeles. It feels cold, very unlike LA. I woke up this morning in dower spirits. Perhaps it's the gloominess of the day, perhaps it's all the TV coverage of Heath Ledgers death (makes you think about your own mortality), or perhaps it's the head cold I just can't seem to get rid of. Whatever the reason, it's an emotionally gloomy day.
I was watching an interview that Heath gave where he spoke about death after the birth of his daughter. He said that he was now ready to die because he knew that he'd live on in his daughter. But at the same time, he didn't want to die because he would want to live for the rest of her life. It made me think about my own legacy. How would I live on if there is no child of my own to follow me? Is that a legitimate question to ask yourself? Would my memory live on if I don't have a child to carry on my DNA? I know I have other family that would remember me. I know that I have friends who would think of me fondly. I haven't been a bad person. I believe when my name is mentioned, it would be in a positive light.
However, I haven't made any important scientific discovery, nor have I won an Oscar or Grammy award, I haven't written a famous novel that will be read by millions for years to come. So what have I contributed to society? What will I leave behind that will let the world know that I was here....?



