You ever just step back to think about how tangible you really are?

How you can simply recognize that you are a living, thinking, and breathing thing that can see and process information in real time...

Or that everything you touch didn't just appear into existence, that it was made at some point in time by another being who is just as tangible as you are.

Perhaps you're walking down some sidewalk, the same sidewalk you always walk down. Dare you think of the hundreds to thousands of people who have walked the same path? Or of how many of those people have passed?

Being human is a thankless job, one nobody signed up for, and one we will all get to retire from. Unspoken truths set in stone of mortality.

When we go it is a job fulfilled... a means to an end. And while it might be painful to those around us that we are gone, it is the fate of all living things.

Strive to leave a path someone can follow, make a mark on our world no matter how small.

Lovles ^w^<3