It's All About . . .

Each of us have things in our lives that chew up our time, our thoughts, our interests.

Few of us have things in our lives that chew up time with much that will be remembered in 10, 20, 50, 100, or 1000 years.

We cut the grass, paint the hallway, go on a hike, go to church, drudge away our days at a desk or behind a wheel or other mundane tasks that eat away at our time without leaving much of a mark on our souls.

Or . . .

or our souls are eaten away, eaten up, devoured by those things.

How (or) do we live lives worth living?

Does it matter if we are remembered 10 or 20 or 1000 years after our bodies have turned into dustbunnies?

 What are those things that constitute "What It's All About"?


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