Well, Curly of “City Slickers” movie fame would just raise his pinky finger. My friend Michael would among other things say, to leave a legacy in land and money. I told my parents I don’t want them to leave me anything – at least don’t save just to bequeath money to me. If they really want to leave a legacy beyond the one that lives in my heart by raising me, feeding me, paying for my education and supporting me until I finally left the nest, then choose any of the following:
- Porsche 550 (silver, blue’s fine, too)
- 1973 Porsche 911 RS / RSR (colour not important)
- Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale (comes only in red)
Alternates, in case my parents are conflicted for what ever reason with the above three primary choices – would not know why one could be conflicted. So, just in case:
- Porsche 356 America (black)
- Porsche 356 Abarth GTL
Interestingly, since then I have never heard back from my parents about their legacy wishes. I find this lack of interesting in these great choices disturbing – indeed so disturbing that I am glad I am not a trained Jedi, better yet, not one who has accidentally converted to the dark side with a penchant for face masks.
But this is not what this entry is about. It is about “What is life about” or what I think it is about.
I think it is about shared memories through shared history. Living as an expat in Bangkok has many advantages, but building lasting and deep friendships is definitely not on the list. Thus, all my friends are either what’s left from my university days and what is left from or time in America. Maintaining friendships over great distances take effort, both parties have to want to maintain the friendship and both parties have to place a similar emphasis and importance of that friendship. I am lucky that I have a handful of faithful friends and one person with whom I think I am growing the friendship.
When my friends from America are on business trips to Thailand, we make it a point to take time out of our schedules for each other to keep adding shared moments to our history. Throughout the year we text, email or Google-Video, to keep up with each other. With my friend Joe, I have had a skype call every Saturday for the last almost seven years, where we “shoot the shit” and cover everything like we used to when we on each others decks sipping on Cokes. It is one of the things I look forward to throughout the week.
So, to me, Life is about memories I created with others. If tomorrow my box closes, I am quite sure, I will be remembered. I can’t take anything with me and what ever I would leave behind can break, can be stolen, destroyed otherwise or simply be sold. Memories, if they are important, a person keeps. Shared memories are impacts on other people’s lives. That is what I think life is about. Have a positive impact on the lives of others and create shared memories.
Cheers and stay sharp.