I’m feeling…

contemplative about what my life may have been without illness. This isn’t a whining post, just a “what if” post.
I wonder what type of legacy I will manage to leave? Will it be one of happiness, action, and fulfilled dreams? Will it inspire others in their lives? Or will it be a legacy that tells a tale of potential entoumbed in a brain that rebufs all of my attempts to use it? Potential lost; never to be used.
I always felt I was called for something important in life; something that only I could fulfill. Not that I was going to be the next Pope or Dhali Lama, but something important to someone. Something significant. I guess everyone feels that way, though. Why would I be the one whom destiny would actually choose?
What am I meant for, and where am I going? No where and backwards…all at the same time. Funny, isn’t it?