Age and Vulnerability

There was a time when, like most young and foolish, I never gave a second thought to my "end of days". And I'm sure it's a combination of age and a tattered aging body that now reminds me of my physical vulnerabilities. This ever increasing awareness has me thinking, at times, of what my life has been all about. Has it meant anything... who have I touched... what differences have I made... why am I still roaming this old ball of dirt after so many close calls with death... what was/is my purpose??

I suppose this should have been the opening topic when I first started this blog. It might have set the stage for some of the things I've already said on here. But never-the-less.... the stories I write here and on Benwar's Reality Check blog are more for my benefit than any one's.... they allow me to momentarily relive the most thought provoking moments of my life... perhaps even ensures that a part of me is left behind as a legacy of sorts.