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Legacy of Love

          I adore the Fault in Our Stars, just to prove it you can read this   http://libbycrawford4.blogspot.com/2014/06/i-cant-find-single-fault-in-fault-in.html 
          A huge part of that film is one of the character's internal struggles which is the idea of being remembered after he passes away. He wants to leave his mark on the world, knowing his existence meant something. It's not an unusual desire for young people, but just as the character's love interest urges him to understand, maybe it's not a necessary desire.
          I love dreamers. I am a dreamer. I do believe one person can make a difference in the world because there's hefty proof of it. I also believe though, that people overestimate what a "difference" actually is. Changing society, acting as president, transforming a music genre, they're all honorable accomplishments that are well worth noting. However, it's hard to reach out to thousands of people as a musician can, let alone a whole nation as the president does. It's easy to feel discouraged and like the task of making yourself known as an important figure is impossible. The real question on my mind is "Why do we look at fame as the only worthwhile way of being remembered?"
          I mean, yes I can whole heartedly say that people I've never met like Sara Bareilles, the cast of The Office, Ingrid Michaelson, Mindy Kaling, the cast of Glee, and many other famous folks have impacted my life. I also have no doubt that they'll remain in my memory for years to come. But you want to know who else holds significance in my life? My family, my friends, my teachers, my acquaintances. I may never get a chance to meet those celebrity heroes of mine and express my gratitude, but I do have that opportunity with the people I interact with on a daily basis. Even better, maybe I can be a hero to those cherished individuals in my life that I mentioned. They're the ones who matter most to me, so if I can at least leave a favorable impression on them, that's pretty spectacular.
         I don't need my face to immediately show up after typing "Libby Crawford" into the Google search engine. I don't need to be inducted into hall of fames or have statues made of me. No way will the masses be talking of my accomplishments generations from now. What I do need, is for those wonderful human beings I've come across in my life to know that they've affected me in positive ways. That's something I'm very capable of doing and does make a difference. Being the best me I can be is a great legacy to leave. I can't guarantee how long I'll be here, but if I can depart with confidence that I have loved, lived, and given all I can, that's enough to be proud of.


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