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How Much of Your Own Life Are You Actually Here For?

2 days ago
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A woman with brown hair in a messy top bun, black glasses, and a bright magenta sleeveless top stands on a beach, smiling gently as she looks downward. She wears dangling earrings and a silver pendant necklace. Behind her, turquoise waves roll toward the shore, with sunlight sparkling on the water and a distant island beneath a soft blue sky.

Eleven


I've lost eleven people in sixteen months.

Some were friends. Some were teachers. Some shared their wisdom with me. Some simply touched my life through their kindness, their presence, or the experiences we shared.


Eleven people who existed in my world and left something of themselves behind in me.


And lately, I've been thinking a lot about what that actually means.


Not only death.


But how they gifted themselves to me through our connection.


I consider this…

Legacy.


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