Everyone has their own life story to tell.
Seldom does any story stay on a straight and narrow road and most of the time there are always many curves in the road on our path of life.
So, what is your life story? Is it a story you don’t mind telling or will you wait until someone steps up after you’ve left this earth to tell it? Many of our loved one’s stories are told though the information left in obituaries, but do they do a person justice?
I read some online obituaries today, and as morbid as it may sound my interest was solely in what others said in writing about loved ones in their obituaries.
As Jeremy Piven, playing the part of Dean, said in the movie Serendipity, since the Greeks didn’t have obituaries they asked one question, “Did he (she) have passion?”
Most of the obituaries I read really didn’t portray passion, but were more about those left behind and what the person did for a living.
It got me to thinking, though, what my obituary might read if written by someone else?
I didn’t like what I came up with, simply because it would depend on who wrote it — which really got me to thinking.
So, again, as morbid as it sounds, I began penning out my own obituary, since I have been on the other side of life twice. It proved to be a journey of being honest with myself and the years I’ve been on earth thus far.
First, I decided to leave out what I did for a living, relatives who predeceased me and those I left behind, birth and death dates, where I grew up and where I was born.
With all of those “normal” items left out, what was left was to write about who I really was.
Trust me, I had to really look at my life and think about what I had contributed to others lives, what really made me happy and what meant something to me over the period of my life.
Just who was I?
When I say, “Who was I?” I don’t mean who I would like to think I was, but who I really was.
This is where I didn’t hold back on criticism and I was totally honesty with myself, which is sometimes hard for us to do with ourselves.
To be honest, it was eye opening. No, I’ve not always been the person I wanted to be, or thought I was. But, who really is?
Yes, there are situations I could have made better based on me making better decisions.
I was so honest with myself, it was painful. Why? Because I am the only one responsible for my actions and decisions — no one else.
While I won’t say what I finally came up with as my obituary, the exercise was enlightening in my own self discovery — even at my age.
We should never stop looking inward, nor should we ever stop trying to better ourselves. It is that constant self evaluation while we are living that makes us better for ourselves and others.
If you don’t believe me, try writing your own obituary — be totally honest with who you are and not who you think you are or would like to be.
It will be an eye-opening trip of self discovery and you just might be able to change what your obituary might read while you are still alive, rather than not have a say so after you’re gone. Be the person you would like to think you are now.
No matter what you find in your self examination, there is always a way to be a better person and have passion, as the Greeks would say — all while finding a way to shine for yourself and those around you.