Emotional footprints

Life has extraordinary way of making sure we get some life lessons worked in before the recess of your school of life occurs. And as any great teacher - repetition of lessons will proceed untill the full value of the lesson is obtained,  and no whip will be spared for the back of the ignorant.
 

General populous migt breeze through this, or so it seems. And then theres me. * A fountain of knoledge with a lack of application thereof. Yes Wisdom in my case seems to be high in demand yet short on supply! Thus I sometimes feel like a single slave with the entire enforcement crew of the Amistad whipping away, while I row that vessel from rocky waters to stormy seas.
 

Now just for the sake of avoiding assumption, if there is anyone reading this that does not fully understand the difference between knowledge and wisdom;
 

Knowledge: Knowing that it will hurt like hell sticking your hand in a fire and holding it there for as long as it will take an ADD adolesent to memorise and pre reherse an entire South African govermental speach with a selection of pre-emptive unruley interuption options worked into the MOANolog.
 

Wisdom: is NOT PUTTING YOUR HAND IN SAID FIRE... AT ALL... EVER... UNDER ANY GIVEN SURCUMSTANCES... *E V E R* DOESN'T MATTER IF THE FATE OF THE ENTIRE FAST FOOD RETAILING INDUSTRY DEPENDED ON YOUR RETRIEVAL OF AN INNANIMATE OBJECT IMBEDDED IN THE COALS -Various creatures from various species and closer to home our beloved primemates make use of tools, YOU CAN TOO!
Why dont we let that thought marinate a bit.
 

*interlude* sound of crickets.
 

In short there are those who breeze through their life path, then those that have it tough and in stead of a life path run a death defying gauntlet, and then the selected few given a BMX with a buckled front tire and unoiled slipping chain sprokkets to circumnavigate this planet we live on blind folded on a pathway that's surface has been tiled with bouncing betty's -and expected to do so in a shorter time than it takes of the earth to revolve around its own axel. #That would be my sector!
 

Now whilst juggeling everything life throws your way and feeling quite proud of oneself if being able to maintain a perfectly convinsing smile on your face, we have to stop and wonder, are we investing time into?

What am I leaving behind me? What will be my leggacy, and more than that how many smiles moments of love, joy and happiness will I encourage even after my vessel has siezed to maintain its structure in its current flesh state.

What would my footprints look like if it was a framed arial photograph mounted in public display?

Have we been too busy jumping up and down on demand to realize our role as a human towards the ones closest to our hearts?

Were we so busy surviving and making provision for our absence that we forgot to live, forgot that our pressence is so needed and so neccesary?

Or even just so busy putting those trusts, policies, wills and testiments in place that we never apreciated or enjoyed their content that will be left behind, with the ones you are leaving it to?

I would like to compare our lives to the ever giving tree -

Solid wood if cared for could live on long after the tree siezed growing if the ones whom witnessed the tree grow and fall cared for it as much as they loved the tree while it provided nourishment, shelter, protection and shade.

Just as easily that same wood could get left there to rot, if it value was uncertain.

Or even used for fire, and forgotten once the fire dies; if its value meant only nourishment but lacked nurture.