By Gonny 
There will come a time when no one remembers my name.
Not because I wasn’t important.
Not because I wasn’t loved.
But simply because that’s how the world works.
A hundred years from now…
Everyone I know today will be gone.
My photos may have faded, deleted, or buried under layers of digital dust.
My furniture, my clothes, my artwork, my favorite coffee mug redistributed, forgotten, or disintegrated.
Even my most brilliant social media post might be nothing more than a corrupted file on a dead server.
So… why do I try so hard?
Why do I try to impress, to hold on, to become someone?
Perhaps the answer is beautifully simple:
Because I forgot I already are something timeless.
According to A Course in Miracles, this world is not our permanent home. It’s a classroom. An illusion. A dream. And in that dream, we try to assign meaning to form, to possessions, to status, to memories.
But the Course gently whispers:
“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.”
What is real cannot disappear.
And what disappears was never real to begin with.
That means: me (you) …who I truly am…will never be forgotten, because I am the Light from which all things come. I am here before my body, and I will remain after this dream of time.
It also means: all the things I worry about now, all I try to hold on to, all I think I must be…are just temporary roles in a play I wrote myself.
So live now. Not later. Not someday. Now.
Not to be remembered. Not to achieve something.
But because this moment is everything.
Let go of what you think you need to be valuable.
Let go of what you think you must leave behind.
Let go of who you think you need to become.
And dance. Breathe. Be still. Smile.
A hundred years from now, no one may whisper my/your name…
But perhaps someone will still feel the echo of my/your love in the air.
And that is more than enough.
With love and light
G.