The Marks We Leave

Not every mark is meant to disappear.

Some are left without intention.

A kind word.

A withheld one.

The way we loved.

The way we listened.

The way we made someone feel seen...

or unseen.

We often wonder what life is leaving on us.

Perhaps we ask that question because it's easier.

The harder question is this:

What is our life leaving behind?

Because long after the moment has passed,

something remains.

Not perfection.

Not achievement.

But the quiet imprint

of how we lived.

Maybe a life is remembered less by what it accomplished...

and more by the marks it left on the hearts of others.