Find Me Fit

The Meaning of Life…Revisited

My best friend Zach had a sleepless night in Boston yesterday. In the process he had the opportunity to think and write about what really matters in life. He emailed this to me at 4 in the morning. It really stuck:

It’s one of those nights where I can see everything from my window. The parking lot downstairs. The ocean. The shadows in my room. It’s one of those nights where it’s very calm here and I’m left with a few questions–like what’s more important than money, or influence, or the things we often discuss. And it’s one of those nights when I have an answer for you.

So, what’s more important than those things? That part of your past, early childhood, in which you made resolutions to yourself which you are now trying to honor—that part of childhood where the world formed in front of you, some of which you could not partake in—some of which scared you. Those promises we made then. Those things we wanted to be, to do, to prove.

Maybe you don’t know what I’m talking about—but the most important thing to me is people, and discovering what motivates them—hearing stories—not the stories they have told to hundreds of other people—but the stories that they themselves forgot about—the ones that are true and unembellished—the kind that unravel slowly….

There are millions of very rich people in the world. Hundreds, even, of billionaires. I think money is great. And I’m not about to lecture here…but what’s even more important to me is not sleep walking through my life: inspiring people and being inspired by them…creating something meaningful, creating something Great.

Z

This entry was posted on Monday, September 17th, 2007 at 12:52 pm and is filed under Random. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.