I grew up in a time of confusion, the 1960s, and all ideals were confused and thrown out the window.  Life seemed lost, it was not so simple, but people wanted love, but got war and violence.  When does complaining and protest start or end.  I found that focusing on how I live life is more important.  Am I honest to others, can I view my own mistakes, or accept constructive comments.  Am I a hypocrit or do I handle anything humbly.  I walk the road of what I leave behind, legacy, and not what I can take to my grave, forgotten.  May I treat others just as I have given the gifts to be a better human being in the race of life.  I hope I can make the finish line.  Living life now is what matters.