Legacy is Overrated

Everyone’s out here obsessing over legacy.

“What will I leave behind?”

As if it’s some rite of passage. As if the point of being alive is to be remembered by people who won’t even pronounce your name right in twenty years.

I’ve come to realise I don’t want to leave anything behind.

Not a company. Not a quote. Not a foundation. Not a TED Talk that people clip out of context.

Am I weird for saying that? Absolutely. But leaving a legacy doesn’t make anyone more normal either. It just means you’re building something for a world that may not even want it.

Life isn’t a CV. It’s not a museum. It’s a collection of seconds.

Moments. The real ones. The awkward ones. The loud ones. The quiet ones. The ones that don’t go viral and don’t need to.

That’s what I want. To live them. To give them.

How I see those moments, how I create them, how I share them—that’s who I am.

No plaques. No statues. No brand extensions.

Just people who felt something. With me. Around me. Because of me.

That’s enough.

Carpe Diem.