You cannot control other’s perception of you, of your life and or of the nature of your deeds;
You cannot defend how you are perceived, even when you are alive, and certainly not in your death.
A noble man is mocked for his small stature,
A coward glorified for his beauty.
A beauty cast aside as vain, along with all the art she brought to life.
Another was remembered as a good daughter, mother and wife, for being quiet.
A child gone too soon is remembered for the tragedy of the shortness of her life.
The brilliant kid will be remembered as a failure for the potential wasted in his adult life.
A life uneventful will be remembered as a successful life.
A chaotic life with lots of ‘mistakes’ becomes a cautionary tale.
No matter whose life it is, how it is, it will always be the ones who remember it, will set the narrative.
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