Sometimes it takes another’s demise to understand how short life is.
Sometimes we just get that wake up call ourselves and realise that we spend too much of our own lives on things that neither make us or anyone else happy.
Last week Steve Jobs died, and while, indeed, millions of people die every day (don’t quote me on that number) who had far less of a chance to really live the live they’d choose, it did stop me in my tracks somewhat, especially when combined with something significant in my own life; my time has come to stop. Stop everything and take a very thorough look at the results of what I do with my time. Do I share it with those I love, do I work at making this a better place in any way? Are the people I’m giving to then going on to do good things with that (that’s how I choose to consider such, rather than see it as worthless to me – if the recipient of any help or kindness or support is doing some kind of good, that works for me, especially if they then pass it on somehow). Or are there areas where we could actually do more good for those that matter. A selfish view? Perhaps, but as someone I consider to be a kind person, it’s not likely to be that selfish after all.
What would make you stop and think about what you’re living for – or working for?