What would my obituary read?
Questions like this amuse me, unfortunately, however I wonder the things people would talk about in my funeral. I went to a funeral this week, a very interesting one shall I say. In this occasion I could hear conversation that made me feel like an alien for not sharing the same thoughts as my company on that misfortunate day.
No one mentioned the deceased girl’s educational achievements, life milestones, dreams that she strives to turn into reality, nor the obstacles she conquered.
No, the obituary would read something like this:
“H.B. Corporate slave, spinster, no children, no legacy. Heads in the clouds, and now under ground.”
Don’t even get me started about the discussion on the earthly possessions of the deceased.
“Oh she didn’t have any channels or louboutin because she believed in animal right, hah who was she kidding she just didn’t want to spend that much money”
“She must’ve been stingy in everything, who doesn’t have Nike just because she is against child labor”
Yes, why not, why don’t people believe that there are people with morals and ethical guidelines that they put for themselves? Why don’t they believe that many pledge themselves to causes of human and animal rights for life?
The problem is that we call for humanity, understanding, equality, acceptance and uniqueness but we don’t really practice it. We want people to believe in our purity but we don’t believe in their’s. we contradict ourselves when we ask people to accept us unconditionally while we don’t offer the same.
People, and by that i do mean you and me included, don’t always accept what is different than us. we don’t really like the “unorthodox” as much as we tell ourselves we do. We have a defined set of personal preferences that are customised to our liking and anything that doesn’t match that standard is just “wrong”.
If we analyse that funeral situation again, lets ask ourselves some questions shall we!
Why don’t people consider the smiles the deceased left on strangers faces, the joy she brought to her families and the roof she put on their heads her legacy?
Why didn’t they consider the written words of literature she left behind for the world to inherit her legacy?
Why don’t they consider the little sparks of inspiration she gave her Instagram followers and the unconditional love she had for the people around her her legacy?
Apparently the definition of legacy for the society and me never agreed with one another. Or the humans just don’t believe that genuinely good individuals exist anymore.
So to answer my question I would like my obituary to ready something like this:
“Banafsaj, Hobbit lost in the Human world, preferred the company of books and fictional characters over actual people. She traveled as many fictional realms as her mind could bare, and now resting in peace, expect her soul to visit you soon.”