“ How often do you look back, really reflect on what you’ve done? The insignificance of it all, pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts? But you’ve ever wondered how you’ll be remembered? Of what you’ve done and what are you doing means anything at all? Who’ll hear you songs sound when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a better taste in their mouths? Or they’d even remember you at all? Compassion. The concept is rather simple, most know what it means to be civil. But there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up. Not enough and no one will be around to share this with. So what is that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I like to think is those close to us. close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes. Those who take the blame for breaking the window when it was you who casts the stone. Those who’ll be by your side when reality knocks on your door both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you’ll share with your kids, and grandkids, and their kids, and their grandkids and hoped to somehow keeps it all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strenght. How will you be remembered?
— John O’Callaghan (via g-askarth)
(via niall-horans)
