Each one of us is a story waiting to be told, and some of us are already writing our own screenplays for the retrospective grand finale. Each one of us is a brand screaming for attention, a 30 second advert about all that’s best in us. Each one of us is a legacy waiting to be handed over, once the acting is done with. Like some old manuscript from the past, that lives only in words, ideas and visuals.

Each one of us is nothing but a collection of memories. It is up to us to give those memories enough meaning that we don’t feel a life wasted when we, or for that matter, others, look back at us.

Don’t worry about petty things in life too much. We aren’t getting out alive anyways, and decades aren’t as long as they seem to be.