There are a lot of things I’d love to see.

I’d love to see diseases like Alzheimer’s, cancer, heart disease, and diabetes become footnotes in history.

I’d love to see people stop judging one another long enough to realize we’re all carrying something heavy.

I’d love to see a world where no child goes to bed afraid, hungry, or convinced they don’t matter.

I’d love to see peace become more common than outrage.

But if I’m being honest, the thing I’d most love to see is what happens long after I’m gone.

I’d love to know if the words I wrote mattered.
If a book helped someone stay.

If a blog post made a lonely person feel less alone.

If a quiet conversation gave someone the courage to keep going.

If the small acts of kindness we scatter throughout our lives really do keep traveling after we’re gone.

I probably won’t live long enough to witness most of that.

But maybe that’s the point.

Some seeds are planted for shade we’ll never sit under.

And that’s okay.

Sometimes the future isn’t something we’re meant to see.

Sometimes it’s something we’re meant to help build.

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