A hundred years from now—by 2124—we will all be gone, buried alongside our family and friends. Strangers will live in our homes, enjoying everything we have today. All our possessions will belong to people who might not even be born yet. Our descendants may not even remember us.
And how many of us have met our grandfather's father?
After we die, we may be remembered for a few years, but eventually, we'll just be a photo on someone's shelf, and after a little while, not even that.
At this moment, we should recognize how misguided and fleeting the dream of trying to conquer everything is.
If we could reflect on this before it's too late, surely our priorities would shift. The most important question then becomes:
How valuable is accumulating more and more, if we don't make time for what truly matters?
Wouldn't we change everything to experience the adventures we never took? Wouldn’t we give up anything for the hugs we never had? I bet we’d trade anything for those moments of kissing our children and loved ones.
It’s these moments that fill our lives with true joy and happiness.
But there’s still time for us…