Mission of Life: Legacy
When you reach your twenties you begin to ask yourself a number of philosophical questions.
What is my purpose.
What is the point of it all.
Why have we been put on this earth.
There is one answer to all of these conundrums: Building a legacy. Simple. Succinct. Sublime
Will everyone become famous. Nay.
Will everyone discover the pleasure of having their name whispered in reverence. Please.
But can everyone have future generations who share their blood look back at their legacies with awe. Indubitably.
We are the byproduct of a millennia of baring teeth and swinging fists. We are the combined lessons of generations of persevering survivalists. Our instincts have been honed by ancestors that have seen every trick in the book.
We come from a history of progenitors that have outsmarted mother nature with all her booby traps and nipped at Jupiter’s ankles.
I am sure that in your own families there are tales of those bygone members who have accomplished acts worth repeating. They have built upon a legacy that your family believes begets to be preserved for future generations.
The same mission should be ingrained in your psyche. The American dream has always been about setting up your progeny to be better than you. The Leave it to Beaver dream was a long con sold to make sure those after World War II left some glory for future Americans.
My great-grandfater was able to flip a horse.
There are stories of my pops pulling outlandish schemes in his youth.
I come from a heritage of Ukrainian Cossacks who drank, rode horses, and protected the homeland.
I have to live up to all this. I am prepared.
When you begin thinking about building a legacy you begin to craft a life that with a dying breath one can utter: No time wasted.
Chances are you are sitting in front of a computer hours out of the day slowly trudging through the drudgery of daily life. Muscle atrophy. Dulling of the senses. Pasty complexion.
Stop being an Illuminati puppet.
There come moments in my life where an urge of fatherhood overcomes me. Natural instinct. Drive to produce alpha-sapiens. During these moments I look at where I am and what I know and done. It is never enough.
Will I have a son. Perhapse. Will I be prepared to make him live up to a history of inspirational fore-fathers. Naturally.
Be a chapter and not a footnote in your family’s grimoire.
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