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Am I Being Overdramatic Here?

Last week, C and I went snowshoe-ing in a nearby cemetery. I love cemeteries, although it is less of a reflective experience when you're with a 3 year-old than if it were just me and my journal. But I still looked around and took note of a few interesting things.

One epitaph felt like a punch in the gut. I read it, and my first thought was, I would never want my life to be summarized that way.


I did my duty in life.


Isn't that tragic!?!?

If, at the end of my life that is the best thing that I can say... I will consider myself a failure.

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  1. Wendy B8:00 PM

    I think Queen Elizabeth II would be happy with this as part of her epitaph - that's whats kept her such a good queen all these years. Her commitment to her duty.

    Just a thought. If you wake up as Kate Middleton by chance, you'll know to reconsider your position.

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  2. Isn't our duty to love God and enjoy Him forever? Or to love God and love people? If that's our duty then I hope and pray that someone says that about me in the end.

    I guess it all depends on the definition and understanding of duty.

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  3. You both have quite good criticisms...

    I think that what you both say is true - duty is a part of our lives, and sometimes a good part of life.

    But at the end of my life, if the biggest part of my life has been lived in doing my duty - or rather, that if "doing my duty" never births emotions or thoughts or joy that is BIGGER than the duty... I will be very sad.

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