Only Time Will Tell

There is something beautiful to me about old buildings that are falling apart. Maybe it's that I look at them and see that they have served their purpose well. Or maybe that they are reminders of times past. I always find myself imagining what went on in the rooms of the houses. I envision the people that passed through the doors. I reflect on what that structure or silent monument has witnessed over the years. The people it has seen, the events that have taken place, the impact it had in the lives or memories of those that visited it. I look at the beauty in the ashes, the glory in the aging. I notice the signs of the wear-n-tear from being well used and heavily "loved" over the years.

I see all of this in these inanimate structures and I think about myself and my life. When I am old, will my life and body be a testament like those old monuments. Will people wonder how I influenced people? Or who I knew, or loved, or helped, or sheltered? Will my body show the wear-n-tear from hard use and "heavy loving" from the years passed? Will people have fond memories of their time spent with me? Will people want to know what I have seen, done, heard, or known? Will I have anything worthwhile to tell them? Only time will tell...