Today I looked upon old photos of my ancestors, and it struck me that they had no idea who would come after them two or three generations later. Much like myself, someone without children…who knows who will come after me 100 years later if I decide to start a family? All we can do is enjoy the time allotted to us, and contribute to the betterment of the future. Our actions echo into eternity, creating circumstances of which our descendants inherit. What kind of world will it be?