This question has circled in my head more often than in my 20s, as I think about - morbidly, perhaps - my death, what I'll leave behind. More often than not, I'm so damn proud of what I've accomplished in my 37 years, such as creating Toronto Poetry Slam with my TPP collective, reaching millions of readers with my journalism, being there for friends and my family.
Sure, doubts linger and regrets surface but I try to stiff-arm those voices.
I think it's a worthwhile exercise to think about what you're doing now and what you'll be known for when you've left this world. Did you work your 9to5 too hard to miss out on fun, passion, laughter? Did you spend too much time on hedonism you didn't nourish your spirit with more fulfilling pursuits? Did you eat enough cheesecake?
I'm always curious what other people find important in their lives. So tell me...how do you want to be remembered? Hit me up on Twitter.
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