I often find myself thinking about what life might look like if we stopped trying so hard to be what's expected of us. If we stopped measuring ourselves against what feels acceptable and just let the weird, the wild, and the onest parts exist without apology.

I think about the photographs and videos we leave behind and how they will outlive us. How they quietly become the evidence of who we were and how we chose to live.

Will they see the joy? The way we loved? The risks we took and the lives we built for ourselves?

Or will be slowly blur into the background of history?