The person who does things because he ought to does good things, but the person who does the same things because he wants to does marvelous things.

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What Is a Legacy?

Porto Bello Road, Porto Bello Road– street where the riches of ages are stowed.

Everyone has a legacy– even the lowest of low: yes, dear one! Even you! (See “Frederic Bjornsen” in The Imaginations). Mine is full of Lego bricks, a Macintosh Plus, stuffed animals, Super Nintendo, Ramen Noodle Soup, and one hyperactive imagination. Each day, the legacy grows older, greater, and more accumulative. Growing up is like a dutch oven– the legacy of the old days is what makes the new days that much better.

I look on my legacy fondly, mostly, up until around the time I was twelve or thirteen. That’s when I became a teenager, and, as much as I hated to be one and tried to shy away from that label, I was one. There were certainly good times, but the entire episode is dripping with paltry parties, possessive perturbation, and punishing pubescence. Thankfully, I grew out of that stage. Some people never seem to be able to let it go.

One day, this day will be a legacy, and I hope that perhaps I can look on it with fondness.

As for the rest, it’s history.

Posts Filed Under Legacy


Below are the 100 most recent posts filed under the ‘Legacy’ category. These posts either have to do with “the golden olden days” (whether they were mine or someone else’s, that matters little) or they’re reproductions of writing I made in times previous to this blog’s existence– AKA 2009 and earlier. Feel free to browse them. Or feel free to be a communist. Your choice. Enjoy: