Legacy
Who and What you choose to be
“Legacy.” The word conjures any number of definitions, from grandiose to banal. It’s a chaotic mess of financial instruments, legal definitions, ageist banter, and solemn promises, all wrapped and constrained in six letters. To many, it’s a reminder of what will be, that future state d’affairs where what we’ve struggled so hard to gain in this life is proffered to the digital halls of those who follow.
We believe that if we’re lucky, there’s a bit of cash in the kitty, investments that have outstripped the whipsaw motions of the world markets. Similarly, if we’re unlucky, there are just memories and vapors, whispered reminders of how our luck can turn in just a moment. We believe that there’s no right way to think of “legacy” except as being a flip of a coin, a toss of a leaf in the ever-blowing winds of life, and existential fate.
I’ve had occasion to think long and hard about what “legacy” means. It’s partly due to staring down the long, rifled barrel of legal comeuppance and partly to the necessity of how best to take care of my children ‘ere I should pass. It’s a “both/and” contemplation, as much as I’d prefer it to be an “either/or” situation. C’est la vie, as the bard would say.
So, what exactly is a legacy?
