100 Years
We are given about 100 years on this 4.54 billion year old planet.
This place was here before me.
It will be here after me.
I am stuck with the thought that nothing I do in this lifetime will be significant.
Yes, I will do wonderful things.
I will help, I will hurt, I will live, I will love.
But I will never put my imprint on this earth.
How does one explore a 4.54 billion year old planet?
I want to open up my eyes and show my children the world through them.
I want to see every inch that there is to see
How do I do that in just 100 years?
How do I make an impact?
I won’t
No one will
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