Weight is for the living.
It is the iron anchor of the "I".
The heavy chain we forge
link by golden link.
We crave the heavy applause.
The massive title carved in cold stone.
The leaden weight of being "important".
But mass is a local habit.
It ends exactly where the story begins.
The universe does not care
for the density of your collection.
You cannot be remembered
for what you clutched with white knuckles.
A closed fist is just a knot of skin
holding onto a handful of nothing.
You are only the clearing.
The open ground.
The beautiful vacancy.
You are the space you surrendered.
The room you made in the world
by finally stepping out of your own way
so that others might find
a place to finally stand.
#growth #legacy #vanity #philomeme