I love graveyards.
Not only are they serene, they give a great insight into what really matters.
You see, besides your name and your tenure on this spinning rock, there’s nothing on a gravestone about you:
“๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ”
“๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ”
“๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ด๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ”
Epitaphs don’t show how much you earn, follower counts or job titles, but the difference you make to others.
It’s how you add value to their lives.
Our impact on others.
By default, we are all social do-gooders.
It’s in our nature.
We’re rewarded with a hormonal hit of oxytocin for it.
And we get another oxy’ hit if we see someone else do good for another.
It’s Firgun:
A Hebrew word that means to take “pure and sincere joy in another person’s achievement or experience”.
So quickly ask yourself, “๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ’๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ?”
Then go make that difference.
