It wasn’t until I was twelve that I realized some people wanted to leave a mark on this world after they’re gone. And it isn’t such a crazy idea, it just never occurred to me.

To me, being in the background was where I was happiest. A place where I could just exist. It wasn’t that I didn’t seek attention, it just never found me. I cherish the memories I’ve made and the people I’ve love.

So as I lie on my deathbed, looking back on my life, I don’t wish that I had left anything. I’m glad that I was here for a while, and now the day that I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.

The day that I can be satisfied with what I’ve done and not wish for more.

The wisest thing anyone ever told me was that we only truly die when we stop really living.

And I have lived.

So I don’t worry about leaving a mark, because I know that the world has left its mark on me.

And isn’t that enough?