~Legacy~
The man drops on to his bed with a sigh. He’s staring at the ceiling, so deep in thought you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
His girlfriend walks in, pursing her lips as she wonders what he’s doing.
“You… all good?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
He doesn’t respond for a while, trying to find the words.
“Do you think… I matter? Like, overall?” He asks, a hint of resignation in his voice. She furrows her brow, sitting beside him and lifting his head into her lap.
“Of course you matter. You don’t think you do?” She asks, concernedly. He looks up at her, cracking a weak smile.
“I know I matter, to some people. But not in the grand scheme of things. How long after I die will it be until I’m forgotten?” He replies, hands idly playing the hem of his shirt.
She strokes his hair, the concern only growing.
“Does that matter? Why are you suddenly concerned about your legacy so much? If you’re that concerned, why not work towards building one?”
He lets out a dry chuckle.
“Easier said than done.”
“The truth is, no one just comes into a legacy. Even those in famous families or from royal lineages, whatever, their name will only carry them for so long. You have to decide what you want your legacy to be, and how to bring it to fruition. No mystical figure or whatever is going to give you some destiny.”
“Unfortunately.” He adds.
“No. Not unfortunately. That’s lazy. It’s contrived. This is the real word, hun. The people that don’t make something for themselves because they want to end up falling behind.”
She leans down, staring deep into his eyes, her hair creating a shield between their faces from the outside world.
“Make something of yourself. For yourself. Don’t sit around waiting for something.”