Celebrating Life.

I've been thinking a lot about how I'll be gone one day and what any of these frail attempts at life will mean. How will I be remembered?

And that's just it. I don't think we're told enough that your life is not all about your ability to impress a favourable opinion of you upon those around you.

Your life could be extraordinary or unremarkable and all that matters in the end is that you were here anyway.

So here's a toast to the indomitable light you brought into this world, and to not caring so much about whether or not anyone else thinks it's worth celebrating.

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