Seventy Nine . . .

Recapitulating Legacy

by Stormcat

It's how my expectation evolved irrelevant the why.

That one searches humanity and geography to find

companionship and purpose mutually congruent with

that thus offered. The souls of matter dark and light

combined in exquisite complimentary mutuality.

I figured that event should've taken place sometime

between the age of 15 and 35 to allow room for the

proper education of future generations appropriate

to legacy congruent with all the legacies of previous

generations hopes and dreams; combined to unity.

 That one, designated sweetheart, to enjoy deference

unique to us; respect; loyalty and trust; unconditional

unquenchable love; gentle confidence devoid of

manipulation, devoid of even the slightest duress;

confidence absolute, whether expressed or implied.

When the window of opportunity has so long expired

that, even if discovery arises, the remainder is moot

and wisdom dictates rethinking the utility of keeping

such an array, goals notwithstanding disappointment.

Situational failure equals existentialistic revenge?

No one intentionally lives a life of "quiet desperation"

rather such overtakes even as denied failures to achieve

perceived expectations  accumulate and coalesce into

ever increasing pressure to acknowledge the futility

of continuing seeking the ideal blessed admired end.

Wisdom deconstructs youthful exuberance, therefore

the passion and impatience of youth rejects it as an

unnecessary barrier to progress. So, leave progress to

the young, and let the wise accept the consequence of

its youthful exuberance, notwithstanding repetition.

Even if one finds that perfect companion, one of them

will die first therefore the other faces death alone with

an uncertain intervening interval at a time of waning

physical acumen and increasing realized vulnerability.

Where does then, advantage of companionship reside?

Thrust into midlife's waning years one is forced

to contemplate and face ageing alone. The challenge

becomes satisfying actualization and avoiding panic.

To what end is a life that leaves no legacy in progeny?

If fame seems impossible, what is the best remainder?

So I hesitate on the brink of declaring independence.

Having realized the overwhelming and terrifying power

that I possess, why should I waste any subsequent time

seeking bygone quests that bear no fruit? Regardless, my

future, I leave legacy to those, who, for such, give a damn.

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