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Another one. September 11th, 2018. It’s been 17 years. Who would have ever thought? I guess that’s how every generation has felt when they’ve faced great tragedy. What is born from ash resonates through history. It’s too bad it takes an epic loss of life to bring us to our senses. To inspire us to take action on the things we should have handled with care so long ago. I made promises then. Promises I feel like I’m just now getting to. Finally filling roles now that I should have been filling then.

I wonder on days like today, who I am and why I’m still here - when other, far greater humans are not. It’s time I should take more often, but I don’t. Time to take stock. How am I as a Father?  As a Husband – Brother – Son – friend – Soldier – Coach – Author? How am I as a human being on this planet? Have I earned my right to still be here? It’s mind numbing, and the majority of these times -  I find that I come up short.

I’m not sure why it’s like this. Maybe it’s just me. I always have my plate full. Roles to fill. Things to accomplish. Always looking for my next mission, I guess. Maybe it’s because I feel that I fall short in so many ways compared to those that I lost, that I will never be able to stop trying to be better.

Another year. More things to work on. I’ve never forgotten, and I never will. Maybe one day I will feel that I earned this life. Crazy piece, by crazy piece - still building my puzzle.

Hard Times Make Hard People. Live Uncommon.

 

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  • September 11, 2018
  • Ben Seims
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