Friday, August 8, 2008

Footprints



I'm listening to this guy on NPR and he's saying that he makes money, that's what he does and he likes it and he's good at it and he's using this to justify all the disruption he's causing in other people's lives. And I'm thinking that the last thing I want is to summarize my life and what I've created in dollars. Why not, "I make friends.". . .or, "I build confidence." . . . or, "I create comfort and safety.". . . or, "I grow laughter and happiness."

Okay, so you are on life's journey and you're busy leaving your mark on the world. What happens when you're gone and time erases the footprints? Will there be anything left of you? One story? One spark of warmth in someone's memory? One friend who will miss just talking with you? I'd hate to think that all I left behind was some money and stuff.

1 comment:

Lady of the Woods said...

me too; I'd like to think I'd left some joy or at least some compost.