I’m a Rabid Lamb in Wolf’s Clothing

A good friend once told me that it’s not enough to look to a person’s
apparent achievements to gauge a life’s meaning and contributions. "The emotional trail
which a person leaves behind," she added, "that which, for the most part they aren’t aware of, is also a measure – not always what they wish to see – but a legacy nonetheless."
I wondered at the time if she was nudging me… should I take heed...?
I sometimes naively assume that my life touches no-one, except Saskia, and that I can do no damage because nothing stands close enough for me to knock it over.
Keeping a Journal reveals the sort of legacy that I never considered:
Are there scratches in the hull that I’ve never noticed?
Footprints in my kitchen that are not my own?
Are there friends I could offend, if they were to read my mind, and fail to see the hubris and irony that they once confused for clairvoyance?
On the one hand, Lennon has been quoted many times as singing that: “the Love you take is equal to the Love you give”…
He was either right, and about to take a bullet in the Chest, as reward for a life well lived, or I am the most loving person I have ever met.
On the other hand, Jeremy, a couple of nights ago, said: “Hey,…Life is what you go out looking for”.
He thought he was quoting Brad Pitt, but in fact he was quoting Jeremy – Jeremy looks as good as Brad Pitt, so he’s forgiven for crediting the wrong Stud.

I started out thinking that the Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

I graduated to A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words; made a living off it.

I am now contemplating the possibility that the Keypad is mightier than the Wacom Tablet.

I already know it is.