Let True Love Be Your Only Memory And Guide

In 100 years, none of us reading this today will still be alive. Ninety to 100% of everything we are fighting for now, will be completely forgotten. Dwell on the word 'COMPLETELY'.

If we go back 100 years, none of the people who seemingly carried the burdens of the world on their shoulders are alive today. I will be surprised if any of us reading this will be able to imagine the face of anyone from that time.

Let's pause for a moment and think about how so many of us betrayed friends and relatives just for the way they were named, wore their clothes, or the colour of their skins, even butchering them in hundreds, all for a cause that was equally foggy through the mists of time. Some killed just for a few pieces of cloth, for a goat, a handful of rice, even for a pinch of salt. Even seven decades ago a child's most valuable possession was a shiny candy wrapper, or a postage stamp. It may seem ridiculous to us today, but that's how human beings often are, especially when it comes to money, power or feeling important.

Even if you think the internet age will preserve your memory, take an artist like Michael Jackson who died in 2009 just 15 years ago. Can you imagine the influence he had around the world when he was alive? He had 4.8 billion fans. This was out of a global population of 6.8 billion in 2009. That's a staggering 70%. You might surely expect that a lot more, even though they were not his fans, would have heard about him. How many young people today remember him with admiration, if they even know him? In another 100 years his name, when mentioned, will mean nothing to most humans around then.

Cristiano Ronaldo has over 1 billion fan followers across social media platforms today making him the biggest celebrity of 2025. Hector Scarone, Dixie Dean, Billy Meredith, Karel Steiner, Manuel Seoane, Ricardo Zamora, Jimmy McGrory, Samitier, Poul 'Tist' Nielsen, Bert Trautmann. Do any of these names ring a bell? Well! They were the stars of soccer in the roaring 20's as it was called back then. In 1920 they set football fields afire with their audacious skills and magnetic charisma. I can't recall even one name or a face, and I am sure not many can.

Let's take life slowly. No one will leave this world alive. The land one is fighting for and killing for it... well someone like you left it long ago. That person is dead, rotten and forgotten. This will be yours and my fate too. In a hundred years none of the gadgets, vehicles, homes, awards, positions, etc we are using today to brag about, will be relevant. Take life with ease. There's nothing worth fighting for or achieving which will be merited by the sadness, destruction or numbness in losers that are left behind.

I know of people who lie so incessantly that they can barely remember what they said a minute ago; all in the worship of lucre, that will help them in their blind hope of amassing a citadel of fortune - gadgets, vehicles, clothes, lifestyles to make their own kith ape in awe at the grandeur of manicured homes, gardens or faces. All the while an empty stomach churns the agony of the mind in a shrivelled frame across the street, under the darkness of the night that wraps all life in the womb of fate. One a king another a pauper, both will be consigned to the fleeting history of thoughts, forgotten forever in the tick and tock of time.

I also know of people who are activated in life only to present a narrative on social media. They lie, cheat, and deceive - their only goal is a puffed up image, a caricature that eventually bears no resemblance to the real individual. Fame as seen by them is a mirage, that shows itself only to them as they post reel after reel, in the quest for a permanence in the psyche of a non-existent world, embedded only in the vacuousness of their minds. Even love for them, becomes a digital emotion, one that is expressed in multiple emojis of hearts and smiles, kisses and hugs - a breadth of vaporous images that disappear as soon as they are created. Nobody remembers - Nobody cares.

True love on the other hand is a depth. It has a foundational base that plumbs the depth of your being, your psyche. Your world is built, layer upon layer, over the years, lasting well into the final breaths that opens the gate of eventual exit. True and pure love is the driver of life, of action, of intent, of goodness, righteousness, of selfless dedication to the charms of nature - a true lover of all that came before and all that will come after.

Allow that love to guide you. Let's be genuinely happy. Happy for each other. No envy. No gossip. No grudges. No comparisons. Life is not a competition. At the end of the day we will all cross over to the other side. It's just a matter of who gets there first, but we will all get there one day.

Yen