Leaving a mark...

“You can’t exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind” was one sentence that struck me as I read ‘The Pact’ by Jodi Picoult.

We are born today, only to leave tomorrow. There is no guarantee on what may happen in the next second, minute, hour or day. Each moment we live is gradual yet unexpected. Nevertheless, we live on, waking up to a new day, time and time again with the same circumstances of unpredictability still lingering in the air.

You meet hundreds of people every day, millions by the end of your lifetime, they maybe faces looming past you; faces you’ve come to recognize; faces you have come to despise or faces you seem to have memorized.

Life is a giant web, one string depending on the next, leaving imprints on each other as we move forward.

We are not alone in this world, someone, somewhere thinks of us when we think not.

Someone, somewhere is motivated by our actions, by our decisions, by our love or by hate.

Someone, somewhere is reading this right now, as I leave my mark…