The pressure to be the greatest

Is truly unnecessary.
Most of us won’t be remembered
Generations from now.
And maybe that’s not as devastating
As it feels.
Its a liberation
To be here in the moment
And not demand that it be Instagram worthy.
Being finite is not a weakness,
As though it were something to be resisted.
A life doesn’t need to echo through time
To be well lived.
We are not here for long,
So why make it a race?
Why not learn to savor each day
More and more?

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