When my name is spoken will I be seen the way I saw myself or will the chronicle of my existence tell a story that reveals undiscovered truths of great successes and dismal failures which ultimately was the journey I called my life.
Legacy, that which I leave behind for someone else be it my son or daughter or that unnamed stranger whose life I unknowingly touched by some unintended kindness resulting from a chance encounter not created by me. A thought implanted in the mind of another inspiring motivating changing the course of their journey. A word spoken strengthening encouraging opening eyes to the goodness and promises of God. A confession of weakness which gives strength and hope to another in their own struggles.
When the final truth is told what is it that I have to leave to this world but a testimony of my pursuit of joy and happiness, my falls and my rising up after the fall. What more could I leave than the knowledge that with each breath comes new life and new opportunity, a future not yet determined awaiting input to form a legacy of its own.
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