Our ripple
All of us are born on a random day throughout history.

We grow up – if we are lucky – in a loving family that protects us with love, warmth and comfort from the outside world until we are ready for it. Prepared we go through playgroups and elementary school, making first discoveries of friendship and adversary.
We go to High School, kiss and get our heart broken for the first time and learn the theory of how the world is supposed to work. Then we start our first job or go through college and start learning some applied lessons in ‘real life 101'.
We might get our hearts broken a few more times, win and lose friends and some will start a family. We might have kids – or not – and settle in at our first workplace and become wiser. We switch jobs a few times, buy a house or rent a place if we can afford to and become domestic.
As we grow older we start to forget what we learnt trying to pass some of it on to younger versions of ourselves before it’s to late and think about all the things we could have done differently.
But in the end, through all of live , experiencing it’s ups and downs of love and hate, joy and anger, happiness and despair we inevitably move closer to the end.
And once we reach it we all die, get buried or burned and proceed to dissolve into memories.
The only question that separates us then, is what these memories are made of. The ripple effect that the fact of our existence initiated in this world, living on as we cease to exist.