What will we leave behind?
What will we leave behind when we die?
Is it the selfies we have taken?
It is the hours we put in thinking how we would look to the outside world?
Is it the hand we’ve lent out before someone asked ‘can you help me?
Is it the moments we’ve shared with strangers when we were the most vulnerable?
Or is it the moment we’ve said to someone ‘I am truly sorry?
Is it the time when our best friend held our hand when we got that diagnosis?
Is it the joy we’ve experienced when we did something wholeheartedly?