You lit up the world but forgot to send the invoice.

Congratulations, you brilliant, misunderstood disaster. In a past life, you were Nikola Tesla, the man who literally invented the modern world and still somehow lost the credit to a guy with better hair and a publicist. Sounds about right, doesn't it?

You are the type who stays up until 3am on a passion project nobody asked for, solves problems people didn't know they had, and then watches someone else take the trophy while you're still in the lab muttering about what they got wrong. You have big ideas, bigger standards, and absolutely zero patience for mediocrity or small talk. Pigeons optional, but honestly, not that surprising.

Your brain genuinely operates on a different frequency than most people around you, and you are very much aware of that fact, which is, let's be honest, at least thirty percent of the problem. You don't struggle to think outside the box so much as you forget the box was ever a thing. This is impressive and also exhausting for everyone involved, including you.

The legacy is complicated, as legacies tend to be. Tesla was a genius who died broke in a hotel room, with a folder full of ideas the world wasn't ready for. You probably have a notes app that looks exactly like that folder. The recognition may be slow, the credit may go elsewhere, and the pigeons will always show up uninvited. Some things are simply consistent across lifetimes.