“In 100 years, we will all be buried with our relatives and friends. Strangers will live in our homes, which we fought so hard to build, and they will own everything we have today.
All our properties will be unknown to those who have not yet been born, including that car we spent a fortune on. It will probably be scrapped.

Our descendants will hardly know who we were, nor will they remember us. How many of us know our grandfather’s father? After our death, we will be remembered for a few years. Then, we will only be a portrait in someone’s library. And a few years later, our history, photos, and deeds will go into the dustbin of oblivion.

Maybe if one day we stopped to analyze these questions, we would understand how ignorant and weak the dream of obtaining everything was.

If only we could think differently, our approaches and our thoughts would change. We would be different people. Always wanting more and more, without having time for the things that are really worthwhile in this life. Legacy.

I would change all that to live and enjoy those walks I’ve never taken, those hugs never given, those kisses to our children and our loves.

Let’s reconsider our priorities and embrace the moments that truly matter. For in the end, it’s not the possessions we leave behind, but the love we share that defines our legacy.”