As I reflect on the first days of my sophomore year of
college, I can’t help but think about the future.
College truly is the time of your life where you figure out
who you are and what you want to do. Honestly, I’m not sure what I want to do.
I know my passions, but the job opportunities for them aren’t exactly
“practical.” I know I want to help people, and I know I want to leave a lasting
impact on the world. That last one may seem a bit too ambitious for a
nineteen-year-old, but it’s honestly one of my fears. I’m afraid that when I
die, no one will remember me. I want to leave a legacy behind.
I think that’s why I’m so attracted to writing. Written word
is one of the few things that we can use to reveal a person’s emotions and
personality after they’re gone. I want to write things that make people think
and analyze their own lives. I want others to see how I feel and know that they
are not alone. I truly do believe that words can change the world.
I realize that I went off on a bit of a tangent there. I
guess my point is that I want to write because then, when I’m gone, my loved
ones will have little pieces of me they can look back on. Hopefully the
writings I leave behind can help my loved ones better cope with my death. I
think some part of me will always want to be remembered in a grand way, but I’m
slowly learning that that’s not the most important thing.
