in 100 years who I am or what I did. I know that I am but a drop in the ocean, a breath amongst a lifespan. Sometimes I want to be something, something more than daughter, sister, wife, mother. Sometimes I want to have a life remembered by more than my small circle of loved ones. Sometimes I want to be remembered as having made some useful/valuable contribution to society. But I suppose that even human civilization itself is a drop in a bigger expanse of time. So I go on as in the words of Qoheleth “all is vanity”. Our lives are an instant in this space, a grand dream, a season in the sun. And I suppose I shall live it as best I can, amongst my own obscurity.