I have heard it said that life is a journey, and I guess it is. Personally, I like to think of it as a stroll through fields of experiences and forests of emotions, with the body providing the means, and the mind choosing the direction. If I have learned anything over the years, it is that what I think determines who I am, and therefore, what I do. What I believe drives me. What I love, nurtures me. What I dislike both saddens me and hardens my resolve. I weep for those things that, as time has passed, were lost to me. But I also sing for the things that have touched me and guided me when my direction was uncertain. I worry that I have not done enough, have not fulfilled my purpose, whatever it is. I struggle with the realities of my world. So much hate. So much pain. I reason that it is not because of me, but without me, it won’t change. As I watch each day evolve, I ask myself “have I done something, anything, that will make tomorrow better then today.” What will be my legacy?
Little things I think. Baby steps. Small acts. Simple gestures. The power of a smile. The healing qualities of a touch. A kind or soothing word. The gift of listening. All insignificant by themselves, but when compounded, can build a chapel in your heart. Concern, compassion. Tools with which I can shape my world. Is it enough. Probably not. But were I not to even try, what then? What has been my purpose? The footprints that I leave behind will fade with age. But perhaps, just perhaps, something that I have done, something that I have said, will leave a lasting imprint. Because of it, in some small way, tomorrow will be a little better. I can accept that. I had a purpose.