I am approaching the end years of my life, and as a result, I am yet again contemplating “why I am here?”. I have always been concerned that maybe all I am doing is sucking air. I know I have done some notable things, but I still get the feeling that there is “something” out there that I am still supposed to do.
I think my most treasured years were those eleven years I spent volunteering in the homeless shelter soup kitchen. I made some serious friends there, one in particular. That meant a lot to me. I have been told that I am “brave” to have dealt so many things in my life. I don’t feel very brave. I hope that I have helped a few others on their life path, maybe even as many as has helped me. That’s called “paying it forward”.
Perhaps my contributions are done now, but I won’t stop looking for things yet to be accomplished, and neither should you.
I just don’t want my tombstone to read
He sucked a LOT of air
But, if it does, since I leave no heirs, I doubt anyone will ever read it. 😎