Non omnia morias
April 12, 2005I once had a discussion with friends as to what we would put on our epitaphs. The answers ranged from the serious to the equally absurd. One friend wanted to put, “Finally” in his. Another wanted, “I am home”. Me? Well frankly, I’ve already thought of mine a long time ago. It would be: Non omnia morias.
Non omnia morias?
Yes, Non omnia morias. It’s Latin for, “Not All Of Me Will Die”.
One friend who knows the meaning asked me, “Why so angsty? And why are you being so morbid?” I could only quip, “Well, the mere thought of death brings out that part in any body. Being morbid, I mean. As for the angsty part, I have enough reasons to be so I guess that answer would just have to suffice you.”
Hehehehe. Talk about evading the topic.
The thing is, I don’t find my epitaph-to-be angsty at all. I just want to get it across to whoever would chance upon my grave that despite being six feet under, with my body probably getting eaten by maggots and slowly rotting away from existence, a part of me still lives on, be it inside somebody else’s heart or mind. I have this dream of leaving behind a legacy for the next generation to see, if not appreciate. It doesn’t need to be something big, just something that I know will get some recognition from some people. Having been called a pretty decent writer by some “loyal” friends, I am in the process of compiling all that I have written during the course of my twenty three year existence. If the heavens will permit me to live a few more years, perhaps sixty or more, I could probably add some more to my collection. This collection I will then give to my grandchildren so that they will have something to remember “Grams” by. Then, who knows, I might actually want to publish it (which I am not inclined to do at the moment since I am not THAT confident of my writing).
Angsty? Perhaps. Morbid? Definitely. But then, who cares?
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