At the end of the day, what’s it all for? I wonder this sometimes, when I see elderly folk walking down the street bent over their walkers. Where does all this get me? In my worst case, apocalyptic fantasy, I ask myself, have I appreciated my life? Have I honored what has been give to me? If it were all over tomorrow, what would I have wished I had done differently?
I’m fairly sure, when push comes to shove, that I would wish I had spent more time giving back, that I shared more of myself with the world.
What do you want your legacy to be? Were all going to die, and that shouldn’t be a depressing thought, it’s a certainty, a fact.
Let’s do what we came here to do, whatever that is. Make your mark. Leave things better than how you found them.
My Uncle passed this morning, he was a great man who listened more than he spoke and gave so much more than he took, he made the world a better place in very real ways, and enabled countless others to do the same. He most definitely walked his talk, in fact, he was usually too busy walking it, to talk about it. May his memory be blessed and his legacy of service and love continue to inspire.
My thoughts are with his wife, who he loved with colorful and passionate abandon and his children who always knew they were at the center of his world. I love you all.