Starry Eyed Legacy.

It is innate in humanity to build a legacy for itself.

Well, it isn't a purely human proclivity; after all, every living being tends towards leaving a biological legacy.

Rabbits do it much better than Pandas do.

But since the human animal (also driven by pelvic thrusts) has an ability to question its existence, it also feels the need to leave a mark on the rest of humanity.

Most are content with being remembered by their family, some by their community, fewer still want the world.

After we cover those pesky lower echelons that Maslow so conveniently stacked for us, we try building something that will be remembered.

Well, what if I said each one of us leaves a lasting legacy, and all that is required of us is our mere existence?

Yes, no need to try to rule the world with your Chaplin-esque moustache, or use your grey-haired genius to discover relativity.

All you need to do is to be born, crying your lungs out after being pushed out of your living quarters like a bum who hasn't paid his rent.

At least that’s what the stars say...

Some of those you see twinkling away in on a moonless night have actually been extinguished millions of years ago.

They still twinkle because the light they had emitted a million years ago reaches us now- a benefit of being situated a million light years away from us.

Now what if we stood on that star, a million light years away?

(Aside from being rotisserated) We would see the earth like that star, as it was a million years ago, T-rexes bullying the other dinosaurs, overcompensating for their small hands.

So that means somewhere in the universe, those dinosaurs are still alive, their lives chronicled in light.

If we were to move away from the earth faster than the speed of light (pesky grey haired genius said we can’t) and reach, say 130 light years away, we could see Hitler being born. 

130 light years and 9 months away, we could see Hitler’s parents conceiving their abomination.

Even if you were to move your age’s worth of light years away from the earth, you could see your inglorious self being born.

Our every action, from our birth to our death is chronicled by light and witnessed by the universe.

Now if that isn't a legacy, I don’t know what is.

Her Seduction

It started when I was a kid- her strange fascination with me. Being the prude that I am, I resisted her attentions. Not that I didn't look at her, or maybe even sniff her every once in a while, but I didn't want to be tied down, not sure if I even liked her.

Then came those awkward teenage years, when hormones were literally oozing out. I confess I flirted with her every once in a while, but I still didn't go all the way. There was bound to be someone hotter out there.

My friends thought I was stupid, I obviously had something she liked, what harm could come from it? And the way she threw herself on me, I could even get lucky... But I resisted(#goodyboy).

Then came college.

The last vestiges of teen age still clung onto me, I grew faster than my clothes could catch up. but she... she had blossomed into a goddess.

One day I saw her sexy, dark form lying naked on a bed of white.

I said damn, I've got to get me some of that!

That's how writing finally got what she wanted.

You've been KLPD'd. :P

Go on, have a cold shower.