get someone to say my name 200 years from now

I hesitate to talk about this one with people. I guess it’s because I fear it is somewhat vain. But I guess we should all be a little vain. (and if this isn’t being vain, I take it back).

I don’t know what exactly draws me to have this ambition. I think that I just want to be important. Maybe it is something universal – this desire to have an importance, to have a role, to have a purpose. To make a difference.

I once desired, and again this isn’t something I’ve really ever discussed with anyone, to be someone that would one day have a big funeral. Because that is probably one of the biggest testaments to being important, isn’t it? Someone who is really important would have a big funeral.

However, I’ve realized that not all “important” people in history have had big funerals. Some people’s contributions aren’t realized until far after their deaths. Then they become very celebrated and history vows to never forget their importance.

I guess either of these ambitions are all about wanting to do something great in our lives. And maybe that’s the most important thing of all.

This kind of goes along with another goal of mine, but I loved this goal so much, I had to adopt it. I want to be memorable. Even if only to my grandchildren’s grandchildren. I want someone, to remember me and say, “It’s a shame you never knew her. She was such a wonderful lady.”