I envy the fables
Of the constellations, the Greek and Norse gods
Of the winds, sky, and oceans
And people and lands of a time long ago.
I know they aren't perfect
Not something to crave entirely
But I think these narratives offer hope
When the world feels vast and unrelenting.
Anecdotes of how the world came to be
And chronicles of mighty beings
Some sad, some happy
Most a mix in between.
Legends told for ages, passed down and remembered through time
To teach others long after you've gone.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a part of such a great legacy
To have a tale so big that people never forget
That I ever existed at all
That I'd loved, lost, fallen and struggled time and time again
And still got back up in spite of it all.
Can I, too, ascend as they have?
Would the world remember my name also if I did?
How will history remember me when I am gone?
Will I be remembered at all?
I wonder
Perhaps, just being known by you, like a quiet star glimmering faintly in the night sky, is enough