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A Forest Clearing**, from **_In Darkest Africa_ by H.M. Stanley, published 1890.

Wandering Musings onĀ Meaning

Creating a legacy is important to meā€Šā€”ā€ŠI would go as far as to say that creating meaningful things is my highest priority in life. Itā€™s a fairly elusive task, though. You canā€™t really see whatā€™s important until hindsight.

Instead of ruminating on whether or not Iā€™m working on the right thing, I just force myself to stay focused, and work as hard as I can. Pretty heavy stuff, but the mundane neurotic-ism and anxiety of the general mind tends leads to that sort of heavy thinking often.

Trying my best to do meaningful work is a factor as to why I write here. To create an open archive of my thoughts. Most of the time, the negligible thoughts I haveā€Šā€”ā€Šon their ownā€Šā€”ā€Šarenā€™t really anything striking. My hope is that the wholeā€Šā€”ā€Šthe sum of these partsā€Šā€”ā€Šwould be something worth looking at, something significant.

Even though, in reality, thereā€™s nothing special about me ā€”like the grand multitude of present humanity, I come from a long line of ordinary people. There is no path set for me, I do not believe in any fixed or interesting destiny. No hidden relics or interesting secrets. But exactly because of this, anything I do end up accomplishing is my own.

In this massive world, where I feel so small, there is so much entropyā€Šā€”ā€Špeople seem wrapped up in their own lives they donā€™t have any time to think about the future or the bigger picture. Thereā€™s a never-ending torrent of information that floods us, and yet I find that thereā€™s so much wonderment and beauty in the world thatā€™s ignored.

And the future is uncertain. I think endlessly about the unwavering breakthroughs of our futureā€Šā€”ā€Šhow far civilization has come in only a century. At the same time, grand visions of the future leave me feeling so uneasy. What of me will remain? The only thing I am certain of is what I write is set on paperā€Šā€”ā€Šand it remains.

ā€œSome day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. Thatā€™s when I will be truly deadā€Šā€”ā€Šwhen I exist in no oneā€™s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies, too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?ā€ ā€• Irvin D. Yalom, Loveā€™s Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy

About B. Kenneth Brown

Photo of B. Kenneth Brown Hey there! šŸ˜„ My name is Kenneth, I'm a 26-year-old queer MĆ©tis writer and FOSS web developer from Winnipeg, Manitoba and currently reside in Calgary, Alberta. I'm currently studying to obtain a degree in Honours English at Mount Royal University. I'm looking to help those that need web development work done, or searching for ideas and management for their next content project.