In a recent class discussion about how we should live our lives, and whether we should strive for remembrance after our deaths or not, I had a philosophical epiphany. ( I am not sure if that's what it would be called but I though those two words sounded intellectual together )

Some of us wanted to live lives and be remembered afterwards, some of us wanted to live lives they enjoyed and not care much about remembrance since after death it wouldn't do them much good.

I thought, if I aim for the moon, I have a chance of landing on the stars. I would like to be remembered for the good things I have done, for the good books I have written, for the movements I have started and at the same time enjoy the life I had. If I pursue my passions, I will enjoy life and have a positive impact on society.

And maybe, I won't be the best writer, or the best artist. Maybe I won't be able to compose a classic piece, or find the cure for cancer. But I could aspire to inspire. Maybe I won't do all the amazing things myself, but maybe I will be able to touch the hearts of future best-seller writers, painters, musicians. Maybe their inspiration will be I.

And maybe, my name won't be printed in books, or mentioned for prizes, but my soul will reach a state of ataraxia. And that should be enough. After all, the star I land on may not present the same view as the moon, but it will be the star people at the moon admire.

Lots of dolls,
-Belle