It is upon the parchment of life that we write the epoch story of our lives. It is through the daily exercise of writing, of getting up each morning and filling each page with at least one meaningful statement that we are able to leave a legacy for those who may wonder, “Who was this one that passed by?” It is not enough to stand at the door of life. It is not enough to risk exposure under the sun of affliction. To stand at the door and merely look out is to void the trust that has been giving to each of us. Each life is not just of value to the one who formed it in the womb. Life, by its very existence, must be spent upon some activity that will do more than satisfy the one living it.