The only mark that matters — Nahrizul Adib Kadri

Malay Mail

3 days ago

JULY 3 — We hear it all the time: Go out there and make your mark on the world. As if the world were a blank canvas, waiting for the boldest among us to leave a lasting imprint. As if greatness must always be loud, permanent, and far-reaching.
But what if that's not the only way? What if the only mark that truly matters... is the one you make on yourself?
We grow up thinking that legacy means building something colossal — a company, a movement, a monument. That to matter, we must be remembered. Statues, books, headlines. Something that outlives us. Something with our name etched in gold or cast in bronze.
But the truth is, most of us will not be remembered that way. We won't all create empires or launch revolutions. We won't all be credited in textbooks or spoken of in speeches. And that's not a failure. That's simply reality — and a freeing one, if we let it be.
Because maybe legacy isn't about being seen. Maybe it's about becoming someone who sees others.
The people who shaped me most didn't do it through dramatic gestures. They didn't wear their impact like a badge. They didn't set out to make their mark. They just lived — with clarity, with consistency, with care.
There was a teacher in primary school who didn't just teach mathematics, but discipline. Her name was Cikgu Aminah. She was strict, the kind of teacher who made you sit up straighter when she entered the room. You didn't want to be caught daydreaming in her class. But if you did your work, if you tried — even if you struggled — she softened. Not in words, but in tone, in the way she handed back your workbook with a nod that said, I see you trying. Keep going.
She never wrote a book or won a national award. But I carry her in how I teach my own students today — how I hold them to a standard not out of harshness, but out of belief in what they can become.
Or take my Abah. He didn't chase promotions or titles. He worked quietly, providing for our large family, raising seven children in a small town. I never saw him seek the limelight. But I also never saw him waver in responsibility. He got up early. He kept his promises. He taught us to finish what we started. His mark was not on the world. His mark was on us.
And there are others — a university senior who took time to check on me during my first semester. Not just to show me where the lecture hall was, but to ask, genuinely, 'How are you doing?' It was a brief encounter, nothing cinematic. But it left an imprint. He didn't change my academic path. He changed how I thought seniors should behave. It shaped how I later mentored my own students.
None of these people changed the world. But they changed mine.
We often underestimate the ripple effect of becoming a better version of ourselves. — Picture from Unsplash/Tim Winkler
We often underestimate this — the ripple effect of becoming a better version of ourselves. How a small act of patience, a moment of grace, a decision to respond gently instead of harshly, can shape someone else's path. Not with fireworks. But with warmth. With presence.
We talk a lot about outer impact — achievements, positions, milestones. But the inward journey? The slow, honest work of growing into someone principled, kind, curious, generous? That's a different kind of legacy. One that doesn't need your name on a plaque to be real. One that echoes not in history, but in memory.
People remember how you made them feel. Not just what you did. Who you were, in the ordinary moments.
I think about the teachers, the mentors, the elders who've crossed my path. Many are gone. Some were never famous. But the mark they made lives on — not in buildings or blueprints, but in how I teach, how I lead, how I parent, how I listen.
They didn't try to change the world. They tried to be whole. And in that wholeness, they became catalysts. Not by force, but by consistency. Not by charisma, but by character.
Maybe the quiet work of shaping your values — your honesty, your discipline, your sense of humour, your ability to stay calm under pressure — ripples outward in ways you'll never fully see. But others will feel it. And they, in turn, will carry it forward.
So if you're wondering whether your life is making an impact, don't just look outward. Look inward. Because the mark that matters most may not be the one you leave behind;
But the one you leave within.
* Ir Dr Nahrizul Adib Kadri is a professor of biomedical engineering at the Faculty of Engineering, and the Principal of Ibnu Sina Residential College, Universiti Malaya.
** This is the personal opinion of the writer or publication and does not necessarily represent the views of Malay Mail.