Our footprint of life makes the deepest impression when we are young, full of life and energy. On hindsight we wish we would have made those indentations a little deeper. When we become old any new mark we make in the sands of time become feeble. If we make any mark at all it seems to be erased by the slightest breeze.
Then one day we find ourselves unable to make any mark at all. And that is when we pass ourselves into the hands of those we have loved and imprinted with our lives. We rely on the past to carry the present. We allow someone to step into our prints and help us into the unknown.
We carry nothing with us but who we have been and who we are, which in itself becomes barely visible. But the prints we leave behind us will last for generations. Wether positive or negative they will play themselves out on the sands of time. This makes a sad and happy smoothy in my heart.
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