Sl Usler's Daughter (The Originals)

How do you want to be remembered?

While it sounds like a pretty easy, rational, and straightforward question, it's by no means something that you can answer without being completely sure that this is the answer you want.

In fact, this is not really the question that should be asked.

What should be asked is...

What do you want to be reminded of?

Obviously, there will always be people who will want to be remembered as a good person, someone great whose virtues outweigh failures of course they would like to be remembered as someone who has done something in life, who accomplished something with the time they were given, someone whom others could be proud of and fondly remember years later.

Everyone always wants to be remembered when they were at their best and not their worst.

No doubt you want to be remembered in laughter, joy, and bittersweet longing.

Wishing someone was there to remember you, to cry for you, to give you proof that your life had meaning.

But is that really how you will be remembered?

We all have dreams, hopes, and expectations, we all strive to achieve something.

But can we achieve this goal?

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I don't know how to respond to that.

How do you measure your life and actions and say "I did it"?

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But what do you really get? ...titles, riches, and other possessions are nothing when you find yourself in the arms of death itself, even those with whom you have interacted in life will be left behind until a moment like this must also go away.

I like to believe that I was a good person, fun, intelligent, and kind, someone who proved to be a good role model for future generations.

But at the same time, I am aware of what is said behind my back, "crazy", "disappointment", "whore", "outcast".

Although I was sad about leaving my baby behind and not being able to watch her grow up to sail and become a great woman, I trusted that she would be well taken care of, even if my family relationship wasn't the best, I was still confident of that John would honor his word and take care of my little girl.

Somewhere in the universe in a small town on fire a little servant girl sneezes, Mama Enki springs into action and tries to know that she listens to her host.

People always talked about how wonderful it would be to wake up after dying in her favorite story.

For me, it was an extremely sick joke.

My first memories of coming into this world were blurry and confused because of my panic and fear; I could hear voices but didn't understand their exact words.

This is due to the simple fact that my last memory before arriving in that situation was the accident I suffered. A train derailed on my way home from a rudimentary trip from work.

I never found out how this happened, but I vividly remember the flashing lights, the screams of despair, and the people struggling to hold on as we left the tracks and entered the side tunnel.

The worst part of that memory was the moment I died - crushed under heaps of tons of rock and steel.

I remember one moment I was being buried by the wreckage and the next I was being crushed by a tunnel of flesh. After what felt like hours, I was finally pulled out of that dark, suffocating place and abruptly thrown back into the world.

I cried in confusion and bewilderment and all those confusing emotions I felt after my death, that's when I realized I was being rocked by someone and that someone was cooing and whispering to me.

It was scary when I realized I couldn't really stop crying. I was too young to control my body's impulses.

Going from free and stunned to helpless walking in the blink of an eye also didn't give me much incentive to try to force the issue.

So, on instinct, I snuggled close to the person holding me, trying to bury my head in her chest.

It was at that moment, rocked by the safety of her heartbeat along with the sound of her voice, that I performed my second action in that new life...

I fell asleep.