One day I will die, and while I won’t be there to see my funeral, there are a few things that I have become pretty certain of:
No one will stand at the front and say, “let’s remember the color and cut of her hair and the way it fell and framed her face.”
No one will reflect on my height or my weight.
No one will laugh or weep while delivering their speech on the size of my waist or the shade of my teeth.
I know this, because when I think of the people I love, those are the last things that come to my mind.
Instead, I think of kindness and patience and humour and wisdom and cosmic capacities for grace.
I think of days where I forget what anyone was wearing but I still feel the smile that was on my face.
I am so guilty of getting it backwards and feeling as if the way I look is the most meaningful and interesting part of me, but still, I will keep comeback to the truth:
Those things that make days and give life and spread that good, bright beautiful light –
Those are things my mirror will never be able to reflect.
— Sophie Diener