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Daily writing prompt

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

Legacy. The word feels like it belongs to giants—people who build empires, write timeless books, or change the course of history. But what about the rest of us? The ones living ordinary lives, with no monuments or Wikipedia pages to our names? What kind of mark can we leave on the world?

I’ve been thinking about the question this morning and I’ve realized that legacy doesn’t have to be loud or grandiose. It’s not about fame or fortune—it’s about the quiet ways we shape the world around us. For me, it’s about connection, curiosity and leaving things a little better than I found them.

I want to be remembered as someone who showed up for people. Not just physically, but emotionally. The kind of person who listens when someone’s unraveling, who asks the question that unlocks a story, who makes space for the messy, beautiful truth of being human.

It’s easy to rush through life, distracted by our own noise. But when we slow down and really see someone—when we hear their fears, their joys, their quiet hopes—that’s when we create something lasting. A moment of connection can ripple outward, changing someone’s day, their perspective, maybe even their life. If my legacy is a collection of those moments, I’d be proud.

I’ve always been a question-asker. Why does this work this way? What’s the story behind that? What if we tried something new? Curiosity is what keeps life vibrant and I want to leave behind a trail of it. I want to inspire people to wonder, to explore, to chase the things that make their hearts race.

Maybe it’s encouraging a friend to pick up that hobby they’ve always wanted to try, or sharing a book that opens a new world. Maybe it’s asking a question that makes someone pause and think. If I can plant a seed of curiosity that grows long after I’m gone, that’s a legacy worth having.

We don’t need to change the world to leave it better. Sometimes, it’s the small things—a kind word, a helping hand, a story shared over coffee—that make the biggest difference. I want to leave behind a world that’s a little kinder, a little braver, a little more open to possibility.

I think of the times I’ve been moved by someone’s quiet generosity: the stranger who smiled when I was having a rough day, the teacher who believed in me when I doubted myself, the friend who laughed with me until we couldn’t breathe. Those moments stick and they shape us. If I can leave behind even a handful of those, I’ve done something worthwhile.

Legacy isn’t about perfection or permanence. It’s about the choices we make every day—how we show up, what we share and who we lift up along the way. So, I’ll keep listening, keep questioning, keep spreading small moments of light. That’s the legacy I want to leave: a world that feels a little more human because I was here.

We’ve all been there. You’re firing off a quick text, feeling like the master of efficiency, when bam—autocorrect swoops in like a mischievous gremlin and turns your perfectly crafted message into a word salad of epic proportions. Suddenly, “I’m grabbing coffee” becomes “I’m grabbing a coffin,” and your boss thinks you’re planning a vampire-themed side hustle. Let’s dive into the hilarious chaos of autocorrect fails and why our phones seem to have a personal vendetta against us.

Picture this: you’re texting your mom about dinner plans. You type, “Can you pick up some chicken?” Innocent enough, right? But autocorrect, that sneaky saboteur, decides “chicken” is boring and swaps it for “chickens.” Plural. Okay, fine, maybe you want multiple chickens. But then, in a plot twist worthy of a soap opera, it corrects again to “chickenshit.” Suddenly, you’re asking your sweet, pie-baking mom to pick up something very different from the grocery store. Cue the awkward follow-up call where you explain you’re not trying to start a farmyard insult delivery service.

Autocorrect doesn’t just ruin grocery lists; it loves meddling in your love life. I once tried to text a partner, “I miss you, let’s grab dinner tonight.” Romantic, sweet, straightforward. But my phone had other plans. It decided “miss” should be “kiss” and “dinner” should be “diaper.” So, my partner got, “I kiss you, let’s grab diaper tonight.” Not exactly the vibe I was going for. They responded with a “???” and I spent the next 10 minutes convincing them I wasn’t proposing a bizarre role-play scenario.

An Autocorrect favorite playground? Work emails. You’re trying to impress your boss with a polished, “I’ll finalize the report by EOD.” But autocorrect, drunk on its own power, turns “finalize” into “fertilize.” Now your boss thinks you’re planning to sprinkle Miracle-Gro on the quarterly budget. I know someone who accidentally sent, “I’m excited to meat the team” instead of “meet the team.” Spoiler: the team was not thrilled to be invited to a cannibal themed meet and greet.

Is autocorrect powered by a rogue AI with a sense of humor? Or is it just our phones’ way of reminding us they’re in charge? Whatever the reason, these tiny typos have a knack for turning mundane moments into laugh-out-loud disasters. My theory? Our phones are secretly auditioning for a comedy special and we’re the unwilling punchline.

In the end, autocorrect is like that friend who means well but always spills the tea at the worst moment. So, next time your phone turns “congratulations” into “constipations,” just laugh, screenshot it and share it with the world. Because if we can’t beat the autocorrect apocalypse, we might as well enjoy the chaos.

What’s your worst autocorrect fail?