I Was Here
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We all struggle with our own relevance in a sea of humanity that buries us in the relevance of something or someone else. We frantically and figuratively wave our hands; calling out do you see me? I want to matter. I have to matter. Otherwise, I am insignificant and my time here has been wasted.
From an early age I have always been afraid I would not be remembered. Most people ask the question “Why are we here” and although I do not have the answer to that, I have spent decades doing what I can only hope are memorable things. Things that say “I was here” so that someone will one day look at my drawings, read my writings, or hear my voice and say, “I would like to have known her” or “I knew her and she was great”.
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Cheri Speak 
How honest! We all have these feelings of being remembered, leaving a legacy but very rarely voice them or admit them to even ourselves. How brave of you! I know now that i have cyber-ly met you, your words would leave their mark with me and Im sure other bloggers here on wordpress.
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Thank you. As silly as it may seem, THAT means a lot to me. Why else are we here if not to somehow make an impact (hopefully positively) on other and the world in which we live.
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