Sitting at a railroad crossing, waiting for a freight train to pass through town, one can see lots of interesting graffiti. Some of it can be quite artistic. Some of it expresses anger or rage; some expresses a person’s love for another; some expresses gang affiliation. Some of it is lewd, while some of it is quite beautiful and impressive. Point is that someone, somewhere, at some point in time felt that they needed to make their mark.
All of us will make a mark with our lives. It is up to us what kind of mark we will make.
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