Would I Trend When I Transcend?

Have you ever had one of those moments where you're happily sipping your morning coffee, perhaps perusing the news, and then suddenly - WHAM - existential dread kicks in? No? Just me then? Well, my friends, sit back, relax, and allow me to take you on this roller coaster of mortal musings.

I found myself pondering recently - when I am called to the great coffee shop in the sky, will there be anyone crying for me, apart from my family? Like, do I have a circle of friends who'd be willing to go full Hollywood movie scene, dramatically crying in the rain at my funeral, saying things like, "She owed me twenty bucks!"? 

Now, don't get me wrong. It's not like I’m planning on kicking the bucket anytime soon. I still have way too many episodes of my favorite show to binge, pizzas to consume, and hilarious cat videos to watch. But it’s a legitimate question, right? Have I touched lives? Do I mean something to people other than just being that weird lady who laughs too loud at her own jokes?

I’ve lived a good life so far, I think. I mean, I try to do my bit. I’ve been the 'tissue provider' during emotional movie nights, the 'last-minute-cake-buyer' for forgotten birthdays, and the 'emergency-contact' when friends have locked themselves out of their houses at ungodly hours. But is it enough? Would I be remembered as a good friend, a helping hand, a bringer of joy, or the girl who constantly had a piece of salad stuck in her teeth?

What if my entire legacy is just, “Remember her? Yeah, she once tripped over her own feet and face-planted in the middle of a crowd. Good times.” Is that my future eulogy? Is that what I'll be remembered for?

Humor aside, we do wonder, don't we? If we’ve done enough, been enough. If we've made an impact, left a mark. Did we love enough, laugh enough, give enough? And at the end of the day, do any of us truly know the answer?

But here’s the kicker. The joke’s on us because the punchline is this: we won’t know until we are not around to find out. Talk about the universe’s twisted sense of humor! So, I suppose all we can do is live our best lives, be the best versions of ourselves, and hope for the best.

And hey, if all else fails, at least I’ll leave behind an endless supply of ridiculous stories for people to chuckle over at my wake. Now, that’s my kind of legacy!