Are harder to reach than we might imagine.
We put a lot of effort manufacturing ideal early impressions
But its impossible to know for sure
What we will be remembered for.
We are living in age where the heroes of the past
Are the scapegoats of today
And who’s to say
If the scoundrels of our day
Won’t be hailed as the freedom fighters by a coming generation?
Are hard to reach
And yet we so often feel like
We’ve arrived at them
When people celebrate our contributions
Or when our life’s work goes up in smoke
As though those moments will define us forever
Yet, in earnest,
Regardless of how terribly or wonderfully
Things have been going in our lives lately,
There really is no way of knowing for sure
Just how each of our stories will end.
The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.