Disappearing Ink

I opened my journal to find large portions of my entries gone, as if I had been writing with disappearing ink. Prayers, poems, notes, stories, drawings, and memories all gone. It’s a reminder we are temporary, and, in time, all the we have done, all that we think we are, all that we hope to be remembered for, along with all we wish to forget will pass away.

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David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #DB

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