Legacy, Footprint, Fingerprint

When I think of passing I often wonder what my legacy would've been if I had a child. Would I have passed on the words of wisdom that was handed down to me. Would I have breathed in the enjoyment of riches just spending time, ensuring they would have known that I loved them. I wonder if I would of been one of those tight nit families always breaking bread together and enjoying the laughter around the table. Would have I passed on my desire for adventure, to learn what it truly means to live.

I wonder if I left a footprint in some lives. Not just journeying through foreign lands. I pray I never trespassed or caused any harm. My hope the only footprint I ever left was going to help or to bring some joys to some lives. If somehow I left a footprint in the wrong, I hope that whoever I disturbed could forgive me.

I hope when my time has come that I left fingerprints. Where I touched a life and brought an encouraging word. I pray that my fingerprints would be left in every hand of the one's I love. I wonder if my fingerprints would remain in the things I built for others, not in the structures but in their lives. A fingerprint left on building up rather than tearing down. I'd rather live this world knowing that I made it better than the way I found it.

I'm not saying it is my time. It's just the things I ponder as I grow older.