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You will Cease To Exist Some Day! What Would You Like To Leave Behind?

I can sum up what I learnt, as a student of  science faculty as follows. "Death is the ultimate reality for all forms of life."

Yet as a youngster I had difficulty in accepting the fact. May be it was my arrogance + defiance + ignorance. Over the years as I aged and would soon be reaching seventy, I feel it could happen to me any time soon. Biologically death in my case is justifiable. My body is getting older by the day and so is becoming gradually unfit to live on. So I should have no hesitation, when the nature decides to gift me the death.

Till then I have the time to live as I wish. Many of you may also wish to do the same. So I will try to define the part, 'as I wish'. You too can do it for yourself.

I want to leave a footprint in this world. A footprint that reflects my true self - meaning the values I stood for and the accomplishments I could attain.

How to etch the footprint? Just stand for the values you deem relevant. Carry on the dream task you wanted to do it all these years. Your engagement shall etch the footprint.

So once we know the task let's get on with it. Let's not try and plan something elaborate. Just start working towards it.

There will be many more tomorrows to better the footprint. What if death strikes half way through? Well you made a beginning. That is not a small thing.

Unless we create the first impression, however crude, lacking it may be we won't have something to improve upon. Keep working to improve it. Other things don't matter. We need to do this before our body refuses to obey our commands.

I know the footprint isn't going to stall the death. Even it won't mitigate the pain associated with the death. I don't know how my death is going to get me. It may be sudden, a long drawn affair or some other way.  So it would be wise to keep improvising the foot print. So finally when the death does get me then in the light of the footprint the death and associated pain itself would be insignificant. The death will certainly wipe me off this earth but never the footprint.

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