“Like no one knew we were ever here”

I‘m a ride or die Leo fan, but I was never able to finish Gangs of New York. Not that it’s a bad movie.

ANYWAYS... I decided to Google the ending, because I gave up hope that I would ever be able to finish it in one sitting. It was spectacular.

“And for the rest of time, it would be like no one knew we were ever here.”

I don’t want to go into detail about what happens, but that is the last line of the film. Wow.

It might sting. It is true. The truth, even the good kind, always stings someone. But on some level, I’m not sure it is the blow to me that it might be to some. I don’t think I’m better or worse for this, but I don’t care THAT much about being remembered decades (or more) from now. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want children and I could not care less about my legacy.

I just want to be hopeful enough to move forward for myself - and if necessary, by myself.

No one remembers distant people correctly anyway. With the exception of maybe artists and writers, or anyone with meticulously detailed records, they get packaged into being one thing.

And then even if someone does make history, its criminal that they people who shaped them don’t.

None of them will see it anyone. I believe in heaven, but I hope that when I get there I’ll forget about all this anyway.

Yes, no one will know you were ever here. Emotional energies and goodness reverberate through generations, and that might be the closest thing to a legacy any of us regulars will get.

But mostly, it doesn’t matter.