Philosophically, I have a pretty simple general take on this gig called life. Leave it better than you entered it. While I'm pretty sure if I tipped the scales and died tomorrow, there would be at least two folks other than my immediate family who would attend my funeral and give me a righteous eulogy. I'm not sure who they would be but that doesn't quite matter ... I don't plan on dying tomorrow.
I wish I could link to songs these days to help express what my lonely fingers type. Dire Straits "Walk of Life" and anything from Willie Nelson would probably do. As I sit and type and write as if it really matters at all, I know it does. It mattered before me, after me, and during me. Just because I couldn't put the puzzle together doesn't make it any less importante going forward. And I guess that is what I'm looking for all along, the ability and simple aspect of being.
And Life being better because I was in it. Looks like I have a long way to go.
Because I DO have a long way to go. And it's worth the trip.