patience

pass it on

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When I look back at the long line of people who came before me, I feel small and grateful. They left me so much, and it's hard to think about how I could ever give back even a fraction of what they did for me. A hundred billion people to whom I owe everything are gone. What they created is far bigger than my life. Than life of my entire generation.

Each breath I take carries their legacy. How can I honour that? How can I make them proud? Their struggles paved my path. Their victories and losses have taught me. Their lives underpin mine. They are gone. Yet, they remain.

This realisation became even more profound when my child was born. I finally understood how much my parents did for me. It was overwhelming. I thanked them, and they smiled at me as I realised that you don't pay back your parents. You keep it going.

Passing it on is not about debt. It’s about legacy. Every smile, every gentle touch. Every night spent easing their tears. I understand now. I see their sacrifices in my own. My actions will shape my child's future. What I do is what they began. They passed it to me.

Now, it’s my turn. My responsibility. What world will my child inherit? My actions matter. I think about this watching them sleep. Peaceful, unaware of the truths I face. But they will learn, in time.

Passing it on is a promise. A belief in betterment through love and guidance. It's not about repaying. It's about continuing. A chain unbroken, reaching beyond our fleeting moments. My parents knew this. Now, I do too.

This legacy is overwhelming. A continuum of actions and love. Not about settling scores but about building and teaching. I give the best of myself, hoping it’s enough. Hoping it’s right. It’s all I can do. It’s the only way.

Their laughter, their first steps. Each success is a torch passed on. My heart swells with pride and the weight of this task. It is grand. It is daunting. Yet, it is never mine to keep. Only to nurture and, one day, pass on. So the cycle continues. Unbroken.

Every gesture I make, every decision, plants seeds for tomorrow. Instil strength, kindness, and wisdom in them. To prepare them for whatever path they choose. To show them that life is a gift we receive and then give away. That’s the way of it. That’s the truth.

We are links in a chain. Not bearers of our own destinies but also of those who come after us. My role, my time, is limited. But in them, and in whatever they choose to pursue, something of me will always endure. That's the nature of this journey. It’s about passing on what we cherish. About ensuring it lives on. Through them, through whatever futures they dream. Forever.