As I young man I always thought I was meant for great things.
As I grew older I began to figure out the wasn’t the case.
There was no way I was ever going be something great.
I was never going to be someone who people told stories about.
In my thirties, I was horrified by this idea.
Was I not meant for something more than this? I would ask myself as I did my work in the little supply store where I worked.
As I reached my fifties I had found myself a wife and together we had three children.
By this time I had forgotten all about my childhood thoughts of becoming something great.
Now as an old man I look back and I know that I did do great things. Not things that people tell stories about, but great nonetheless.
I brought three people into this world.
And I got to watch them grow up together with the love of my life.
I think I wonder if there’s anything greater than that.
I don’t think there is.
Nothing is greater than a life well lived.
Whether they tell stories about it or not.
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Categories: flash fiction