Footprints Of Life

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We all walk through life, leaving a mark. Whether we intend to or not. The question becomes, then, what kind of mark? What type of footprint?

Do you walk lightly, leaving nary a trace? Or do you plod through, leaving a heavy mark of chaotic imprints in the metaphorical soil? How will others remember you, when you have moved on to wherever it is you will move on to?

This? Merely a simple invitation to reflect...

deorre

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My fingers crossed for you...

Lionheart. Keep on writing!

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I leave a confusion of dancing steps scattered in my wake,

sort of like chicken scratchings, as I dance through life. Chaotic, busy, scattered - half-wittedly happy as I skip through, around, over and under life's obstacles - never accomplishing much more than the preservation of my preternaturally cheerful attitude. At least, that's my goal. I'm more successful some days than others. C'est La Vie!

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I fancy myself a bit of an anthropologist of the footprints...

left by others. Chicken scratch is so intriguing and stimulating.

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