I used to think legacy was something you left behind. A statue. A name. A quote in someone else’s book. But now I see it differently. Legacy isn’t what follows you—it’s what flows through you. It’s the echo of your presence in someone else’s courage. The ripple of your clarity in someone else’s chaos. Today, I don’t chase legacy. I live it. One honest word at a time.
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