You can own every material treasure the world has to offer.
The gleaming cars, the sprawling mansions, the designer suits folded neatly in walk-in closets.
You can fill your days with acquisitions, your nights with the soft hum of luxury.
But when the day of the great departure arrives—
That final, silent procession behind the hearse—
There will be no moving trucks trailing behind.

No velvet sofa will be loaded into the afterlife.
No gold watch will tick in the silence of eternity.
No bank account will whisper your worth to the wind.

Instead, there may be a few cars parked quietly at the cemetery gates.
Family, perhaps. A handful of friends.
Or sometimes, heartbreakingly, not many at all.

And in that moment, stripped of all possessions,
What remains is the echo of how you lived.
Did you love deeply?
Did you forgive freely?
Did you make someone laugh when they thought they’d forgotten how?

Because the true legacy isn’t packed in boxes.
It’s carried in hearts.

So live not for the weight of things,
But for the lightness of being remembered. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer