Will you be remembered?

Will you be remembered?

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Will you be remembered?

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The short answer is no.

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The people close to you will remember you.

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But the world?

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It couldn't care less about you.

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It’ll throw you to the side as soon as it’s done with you.

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As soon as you’re not useful.

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How many people do you come across in your life that you remember?

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Not many.

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But what makes them stand out?

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What makes them different?

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What makes them special?

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I don’t know.

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But there is something about them.

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Something about their energy.

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Their aura.

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The way they carry themselves.

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The things they do.

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The stories they have.

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The experiences they live.

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There are some who stand out.

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Stand out because they live great lives.

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But also for other reasons.

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Stand out because they are unapologetically themselves.

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Still think about this girl I met at a party.

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It was right after COVID when parties were just starting up.

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Was invited by an old work friend.

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Didn’t really want to show up.

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Knew no one there.

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But thought why not.

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And there was this girl.

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This girl from Kingston, Ontario.

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She was a graphic designer.

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Fun.

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Bubbly.

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High energy.

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But the thing that made her special was this.

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She loved bees.

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Like obsessed.

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Like she knew everything there is to know about bees.

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Could tell you everything about the hive.

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About different types of bees.

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About the bee farms all over Ontario.

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So much so that she volunteered on bee farms.

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Said her dream was to manage bees one day.

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It was amazing.

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Weird.

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But incredible.

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This obsession.

This passion.

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This curiosity.

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For something bigger than herself.

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She had no massive connection to them.

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Other than she found them really fascinating.

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So she dedicated hours and years of her life to learning about them.

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That’s what made her special.

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It wasn’t just something superficial.

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It was more than that.

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Too many people are boring.

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Flat.

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Say they like something.

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But don’t really know why.

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Watch the same things as everyone else.

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Do the same things as everyone else.

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Scroll on Instagram.

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Watch videos on TikTok.

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Keep up with the latest reality TV show.

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Or what’s on at the movies.

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But how many times do you meet someone different?

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Someone random?

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Someone obsessed with something you have never even thought about that makes you reconsider all of your passions?

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Those people are rare.

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They don’t come around very often.

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But when they do, you remember.

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You remember them.

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Their stories.

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The moments around the experience.

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Some people can leave a mark.

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Just with a half-hour conversation.

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My goal is to be like that one day.

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To make an impact.

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To have people remember me.

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Remember me for something I said.

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Or did.

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Or just watched me live my life and be inspired to change their own.

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I’ve had friends tell me that.

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Tell me how much my choices and decisions have affected them.

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How they are better people because of me.

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It’s amazing.

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The best thing anyone could ask for.

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All we hope one day is that the choices we make affect one person’s life positively.

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My goal is obviously much more.

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To leave a legacy.

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To write.

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To be the most prolific writer of a generation.

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While also being the most interesting person you’ll ever meet.

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It’s a lofty goal.

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But that’s ok.

That’s the point.

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To chase your dreams, however hard they may be.

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And show people what is really possible in this life.

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I’ve done so much.

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And yet it feels like I’ve just started.

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My only goal is this.

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To hope that people at my funeral remember me.

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Remember me for who I am.

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For what I did.

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For how I showed up.

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For how I left a mark on their life.

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However big or small.

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That’s it.

That’s the goal.

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To be remembered.

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