But worth, or value, has only place – somewhere between our brain and our mirror reflection; we know our worth, we know our value – even though most of us get caught up in ego or ‘new car shopping’ mentality in some aspect of our lives or businesses, when we are gone all that will be left is not measured in edifices or expressed with commas and zeros. It will be the value and worth of what we’ve done, who/what we’ve impacted, period. Not a scintilla more. If we write a great book or make some great things happen, or if we made a small difference in someone’s life. There is no higher calling. No better deed. Nothing else that lasts or remains or is of value, period.
I like it when you are in a relationship as you seem to be happy with yourself and the world. Your introspection seems kinder and gentler. Love the analogy of the tin cans although sometimes the distance works too, CG, Cobourg, ON
