If something could be named after me, I wouldn’t choose a building, a street, or a statue.

I’d want it to be an idea—a simple yet powerful way of living peacefully.

A quiet philosophy.

One that reminds us to slow down, show kindness, listen deeply, and judge less.

A way of thinking that helps us accept differences and find common ground, even amid noise and chaos.

Maybe it would be called The Siby Way—not because I lived without flaws, but because I tried to lead with a heart that sought peace, a heart that believed in the quiet strength of compassion, patience, and understanding.

If that idea could help even one person live with a little more calm and connection, then I’d call that a legacy worth leaving behind.

What would you want to be named after you?