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I wonder, if it’s just a stage in life when a person questions what mark they have left on this world. For some reason, not really sure why, I have been questioning this very thing. Hell I have even been questioning if a person should leave a mark, legacy, what ever. Am I simply going through some kind of midlife adjustment, or is it a natural progression we all experience.
The questions remain, perhaps never to be answered. I have no children of my own to carry on the family name. I have no tradecraft recognizable by mere sight. I simply exist in this expanse of humanity, one more cog on a gear designed to mesh with other cogs in order to keep the machinery operating.
Have I left a mark, or is it simply a stain to be washed away with time?
Quote of the Day:
No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
--Samuel Taylor Coleridge