24 Carat Legacy #41 #cong24 #legacy
Synopsis:
A little introspection goes a long way had we only the eyes to see it. I enjoyed (re)writing this piece the first seven times after that it became a matter of discipline, whether I made the finishing line or just took a wrong turn I’ll leave you to judge.
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Reading Time in Minutes
2
Key Takeaways:
- Starting from the end
- What do you see when you look back?
- Is this what you really want ?
- What am I so afraid of ?
About Tom'ORahilly:
Tom is self employed and revels working in diverse and creative teams. “It will eventually become obvious” and ” I’ll know it when I see it.” and then you have to keep on going. “The edge only becomes apparent once you go over it”
Contacting Tom O'Rahilly:
You can contact Tom by email or see his on with NLM
By Tom O’Rahilly
“There is none so poor that leave nothing behind “
Blaise Pascal
I like this and like it even more because it does not require more refinement but deserves more consideration.
If we are bound to leave something, then what will it be ?
In an age of superabundance, we are so resource rich that the emperors of Rome could only dream of the luxuries on offer.
Their decadence and glorified injustices were far removed from the reality of the masses, just as our lives are far removed from the labourers in far off fields and sweatshops. They may have kept their slaves behind bars we do it behind barcodes and brands.
As consumers, we spend much of our time online, willingly beguiled by images on our screens, like Tennyson’s Lady of Shallot we see the world not as it is but as a reflection of reality, The image of a fire burns coldly without the true warmth of another.
Basking in dreams of attainable desires we become hungry ghosts of our true selves. Like the Algonquin possessed by the Wendigo our hunger can never be sated and one by one its victims become possessed by that same hunger.
Emperors used vomitoria to eat beyond hunger, just as we are stimulated to consume beyond necessity. They promised bread and circuses to distract the mases now, after each show, when the lights go up, we push on past the rubbish afraid to stop and confront the mess and little by little it grows, pressing on that vital nerve of compassion.
Richly adorned with things we sit in ever more solitary splendour further and further removed from what really matters.
Our legacy to ourselves, when we gasp our final breath, did I love well ?