When I’m older, I want people to describe me as loving.
I want others to remember my existence as compassionate, giving, honest.
When I’m older, I want my loved ones to purposefully remember what I’ve done, what I’ve said, so that in this course of life, I choose to exist with meaning – with a goal that one day I’ll enrich the lives of others as much as they have so consciously and unconsciously enriched mine.
I plan to spread more love than I am given in hopes that others will choose to do the same. ♡