A prominent and long jet tail streaks across the sky, cutting through the wispy clouds that surround it.  It's a determined pathway, uninfluenced as it stretches out of sight. Azure blue, popping through the thinning white that scantily clothes the sky, helps define the trail. After a pause, the streak has dispersed, blending in and now absorbed in to the sky scape. It reminds of how we can fly through life with such propulsion and determination, hoping to leave behind a legacy of importance; while legacy may be less meaningful as individual accomplishments than as essential brush strokes in a grander painting.  

What legacy would you like to leave? Are you living who you were made to be?