This weeks topic may make for some interesting reading.
Mine is quite simple -
He played the hand he was dealt in life to the best of his ability, always believing.
It seems like I've been here before;
I can't remember when;
But I got this funny feeling;
That we'll all be together again.
There's no straight lines make up my life;
And all my roads have bends;
There's no clear-cut beginnings;
And so far no dead-ends
That stanza of course is from Circle by the late, great Harry Chapin. It's partner in importance to me is matched by
Yesterday's over my shoulder but I can't look back for to long - there's just too much to see waiting in front of me and I know that I just can't go wrong.
Together they do a decent job of defining my attitudes and either would be a suitable epitath.
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