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.
*Walden
1 comment:
Oh, Becky, how depressing! Seriously, we ALL make a difference and someone, somewhere will always be impacted by something we did or who we are. I usually take the pessimistic road. I have a plaque in my office that says "Blessed are those who expect nothing for they are not disappointed" and I live by that. Really I do. I expect the worst and then if things go my way instead, I consider it a bonus. But truly, altho I love - make that LOVE your blog, you really have it all wrong this time. WE ALL DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE!
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