Marks.

There are stains that you leave on the world, as your life passes you by.

That time you left your skid marks from your tires on the road when you stopped suddenly for a squirrel.

There's that garage sale sign you nailed to the telephone pole which still hasn't come off for over 3 years.

There's a stain of red nail polish on your carpet where you spilled some.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.

Then there are the blemishes which you don't look back on as facetious.

There are the wine stains on the walls where a wine glass was smashed.

There are the dents in the floor from where plates were thrown.

There is the wax from a once lit candle embedded in the carpet.

Each time you see these, you are reminded of how they got there.