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-THE BORACAY ISLAND LIFE-

In 100 years—from now to 2125—we’ll all be gone.

Us, our loved ones, our friends, our coworkers… every single one of us will leave this Earth.

Strangers will live in the homes we spent our lives building.

All the things that feel so ours today—the furniture, the photos, the books, the keepsakes—will end up in someone else’s hands.

The car we worked so hard to buy may end up in a junkyard… or maybe in the garage of a collector who won’t even recognize our name.

Our great-grandchildren might not even know who we were.

(How many of us know our great-grandfather’s full name?)

In the early years, people might remember us—say a few words at a holiday dinner.

But eventually, we’ll fade into nothing but a photograph in a dusty frame. And silence.

If we paused for just a moment and asked ourselves a few honest questions,

we might start to see how meaningless the race really is—for things that won’t last.

If we truly understood that, maybe we’d live differently.

Maybe we’d focus more on being than owning.

This constant need for “more” is stealing from us the one thing we can’t replace: time.

Time for the conversations we never had.

For walks we never took.

For hugs we kept putting off.

For the kisses we didn’t give our kids, the laughter we skipped with the person we love,

the memories we could’ve made… but didn’t.

Those were the moments that would’ve meant something.

The ones that could’ve filled our hearts with warmth and real joy.

Instead, we spend our days chasing, collecting, accumulating—

things that will vanish without a trace.

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