100 Years from Now: Who Will Remember Us?

100 years from now, most of us will be no more. Who will remember us in 2135? The thought of being a mere memory disturbs my soul a bit; I want to be remembered.

What will happen to all these possessions we have fought so hard to have? Will some of them survive time? I hope they do.

Where will all our physical and digital photos be kept or stored? Will they look as beautiful as they are now, or will the future generation think our poses were funny?

Who from our next lineage will care to look more closely at our pictures and ask thought-provoking questions about what we did, what we accomplished, and who we were?

Will our descendants be proud and impressed by what we achieved? Will they care? Will it be relevant for their time?

The Fate of Our Creations

What will they do with what we created?

Will they use the recipes we left behind? Will they be interested in the literature we write and the art we make?

Will they grow the businesses we are starting and fight for the same causes we are now?

Will they acknowledge us or know we ever existed? Will they celebrate the love we have now for them that existed before their time?

How will they navigate the problems that we are creating now, knowingly and unknowingly?

Will they break generational strongholds we failed to break, or will they live with trauma and learn how to hold it as we have?

What will their origin story be? Will they transform into better beings? Will evolution make them superior, more emotionally and spiritually intelligent perhaps, or will they have the DNA of robots?

Will they be obsessed with fame, likes, and online life? Will they have chips in them? Will they be using the clock to measure time? What will money and transactions be like then?

What will their success be? What will be their originality? I am not worried about them. I am simply curious.

Voices That Last

100 years from now, our physical voices will be no more. How can our voices now still count for something then?

Will trees keep our secrets and voices? Will they tell what we cannot say in words as yet right now?

Living Fully in the Now

As I write this, something nudges me to come back to the now—this moment. Now matters too. This moment right now and all the now’s we have remaining.

What can I do to create change? What can I do of significance? Who can I love now? Who can I make laugh? Who can I water or pour into?

What beautiful thing can I say to God? What beautiful thing can I say to myself? What can I stop doing because I can? What moment of significance can I revisit to hug it for what it is?

What joy can I give to the living me moving forward? What sweetness can I give to my loved ones while they still breathe?

How can I experience heaven now, within the limits of my one body? A hundred years from now, none of this will remain as it is.

Let us make the most of now because now is what we know, even if it is just a fraction of all there is to know.

Perhaps part of being a sustainable being is the ability to recognize the power of Now.