Such was the case with these little bird tracks in the snow. I wonder where the bird was going and if it found what it was looking for. I will never know. But I do know it was there because it left a trace of its presence-its tracks.
Isn’t that what we all basically want to do in our lifetime? To leave a track, an imprint of our existence. To know that we made some sort of impact no matter how big or how small. To not be forgotten. To have not lived in vain. To have made a difference.
I think that is normal. I see it as part of who we are as humans. Perhaps it is what motivates us to constantly do better, be better and to help others.
So that some remnant of us continues to exist-long after we’ve passed on-through those whose lives we touched.
How we are remembered, is up to us.
I Shall Not Live In Vain
by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.