In 1854, Henry David Thoreau wrote, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."* Though 156 years have passed, it still holds true. Even today, despite the advances in technology and entertainment, most men still lead lives of quiet desperation. We wake, we work, watch a little TV, then go to sleep, only to do the same thing over again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.
We want to make an impact. We want to make a difference, yet few of us really do. We live our lives desperate to serve a purpose. Desperate to find a reason for our being. Yet, for most of us, that reason never comes. We seem to live just to make it from one day to the next.
We live. We die. Our bodies return to the dust from which they were formed. And a few generations hence, no one will remember that we ever even existed.