And I pass by this reminder to “Think” every time I get a craving for real coffee at work and walk to the coffee shop a block away. Hmmm, both of these appear to have light bulbs. There could be some kind of cyberspace, secret message there…
Some people view their mark on this world as their children. While some of us who are a bit handicapped in the parenting area just do the best we can and hope our children grow up more capable than we did.
There are those who battle not to leave a mark — environmentally speaking. Even in this desire, there is still the mark of making the world a better place to live.
I wonder if this desire to leave our mark is driven by another desire — to have mattered. In my darker moments, I am convinced that I could disappear without a blip, that, if anything, the world would have been a better place without me. Java doesn’t think much of this line of thinking…
It brings to mind the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” It would be helpful to have a glimpse of how our existence has made a difference — in ways we’re not aware of — to people we know and those we have never met.
Regardless of whether we know our place in this world or not, mostly I think we keep trying to be a light and not a leech of suckage. Generally, at least in my case, we end up being a bit of both and have to forgive ourselves for those times when our best foot is not the one we step out with.
We hope that others forgive us too, but at some point, we have to let go of any need for forgiveness from anyone other than ourselves. Shame and guilt are not steps towards self-improvement. But a smile might be…
It was a quiet weekend. The biggest event was coffee Saturday morning with a friend. Getting to know her has left a good mark on me. She has gotten me to think about many things from a different perspective. I have a feeling that I am going in the right direction. Right Latte?
Sunday morning there were spiced pumpkin pancakes, topped with cinnamon maple yogurt (I used my homemade plain yogurt versus the Greek yogurt). So good! And the house smelled liked pumpkin pie all day.
The rest of the weekend was a time to rest and write and walk the dogs and be thankful, rather than afraid, of an unexpected turn of events. They leave a mark, yes indeed. Whether the mark is good or bad depends on what we make of it.