Like a Berber Rug

I'm not sure why I was thinking about death during my Flamenco class today. Maybe because that class is so boring and awful that I could die sometimes.
I had many profound and life-changing thoughts.

Not really, but they were super cool to me.
Like about energy. And where people's souls/spirits go when they pass on.
I'm not too sure yet if I entirely buy into the whole Heaven thing. I love, though, the idea of energy.
I love thinking that energy moves around within this huge thing. The universe.
I like the idea that energy is constantly flowing. That my energy is within my physical body, and also in my abstract thoughts, in my wishes, and also in my past as well.

Despite my denial of it, my body will die one day.
But what I like to think is that my spirit, my energy and my stories will be what remains.
So this means that I am not focused entirely on living my life in order to see some shiny gates, or not having regrets so I don't end up as a limbo-lingering ghost, or even not being a shitty person so as to end up in this really hot place called Hell.
My greatest concern, instead, is assuring that the stories people will hear will be good ones, and that the energy I leave behind will be transfered into something great.

I only hope the stories will be ones that are admired. That someone will say, "Wow, she had an awesome life."

I also wish that they will provide inspiration to one, only one, person to continue my legacy.
To do what I didn't have the time and/or means to do.

And finally, I hope my energy can be a sensed and felt presence.
I hope it will be a part of the love that someone in France feels. Or the sadness a tree feels as it drops yet another leaf in the fall.

In Morocco, the Berbers said that a rug tells a story. Each ring that extends outward from the center is representative of a piece of someone's life. Zigzags symbolize the ups and downs of life. Triangles represent a home or a house. The four star symbol represents navigation through life and struggles.

Anyway, according to Berber tradition, fringes are left purposely uncut at the end of the rug. This represents the urge to continue the story.
This represents the hope that the story will continue on, that more children will be born, that more up and down roads will be traveled on.

The thing that I hope for the most is for my energy to be like the loose fringes on a Berber rug.