But at some point in the spiral, we turn around and realize the gaze is being returned. The future is watching.
One day, someone will speak our names the way we whisper the names of those who came before.
That realization changes everything.
I used to think legacy was about grand achievements — books, businesses, movements, monuments. But as I’ve grown, I’ve realized that legacy is lived in smaller, quieter things: the warmth of your presence, the laughter you share, the courage to keep healing what generations before you couldn’t.
