legacy
I am occasionally confronted by the question of ghosts and whether or not I believe in them. I'm always torn. Logically I would have to say no. But no is also not entirely true. The closest I can really come is no, but I wish something would happen so that I could.
It's more comforting, and in a way more intellectually stimulating, to believe in something than it is to believe in nothing (which is, incidentally, why I can kind of sympathize with those who have religion, even if I do not count myself among them and can't entirely understand their point of view).
Anyway, I wish I could believe truly in ghosts, because I like to think that when I find myself in the kitchen at 10 pm instead of in bed, busily sauteeing onions and peppers and green chiles in bacon grease with some show on the Food Network playing in the background, that my father is looking down from wherever he is and feeling proud that I'm carrying on his legacy.
It's more comforting, and in a way more intellectually stimulating, to believe in something than it is to believe in nothing (which is, incidentally, why I can kind of sympathize with those who have religion, even if I do not count myself among them and can't entirely understand their point of view).
Anyway, I wish I could believe truly in ghosts, because I like to think that when I find myself in the kitchen at 10 pm instead of in bed, busily sauteeing onions and peppers and green chiles in bacon grease with some show on the Food Network playing in the background, that my father is looking down from wherever he is and feeling proud that I'm carrying on his legacy.