I’ve had so much trepidation and many tears this weekend. An anomaly in my head space. I asked myself a question that has been lingering in my mind. What if my greatest impact is my death? That rattled me to the depths of my conscience. My lackluster presence in this life is nimble and unquantifiable. Perhaps every man’s greatest impact is indeed his death. It’s a catch-22. The larger the impact while living, the larger the impact in death. How then do we measure our time on this earth?
The Wandering-Mind 