Are you a mother or father?
I am. A very proud one. Like you and all other mothers or fathers out there.
And it always makes me teary-eyed, when I see this 20 months young little blonde boy getting excited about the smallest things he discovers.
Things, which we as adults don´t see anymore. Things that bore us.
Things we don´t take serious anymore because we are too concentrated in showing how nice our new car is, how big our house, how important our job position, how thick our bank account.
We are wasting our energy in showing the outer world, that we are “self made men”. By hoarding status symbols.
There is something even worse.
Being a human being
We forgot treating our opposite as a human being. We forgot not to see this tremendous house with pool, the garage full of cars, the Rolex on the wrist, the brand clothing or just the newest expensive smartphone.
Instead, we are getting sick by being jealous, hypocritical, and we want to be with those rich and influental people for our own advantage, to pick up a part from that tart.
(In general, being a rich man or woman is not a bad thing.
You still can be a good person. But that´s very rare. )
We are living in a society where money and position rules the world.
We are too focused on material things around us that are changing every day.
A world, in which we forgot, that once as kids, we had shiny, glowing eyes when the sun went through the window producing a million of colors on the wall like we were looking through a kaleidoscope.
I saw those heartwarming shiny eyes yesterday. But not in child´s eyes.
I had been in the central shopping area from Las Palmas de Gran Canaria.
The Triana. Where – like in every big city in the world – you have on your left and right a never-ending amount of famous brand stores, fast food restaurants, and street musicians.
People in their best Sunday-clothing walking from one store to the other to fill their bags.
Without seeing, that it´s a marvelous day in the capital.
A sunny day without any clouds accompanied by fresh, healthy air from the Atlantic ocean, while you could hear birds singing.
All the people were running, instead of living. Without thinking about the ticking lifetime clock and that they can´t escape anyway.
(Or maybe even because of that?)
Have you ever seen racehorses right before the start signal?
They wear blinkers to just focus on the runway. And when the gate opens, they just do nothing but than running.
That´s what I saw yesterday while sitting on a bench, stalking the passers by.
They didn´t see that old man sitting on the ground on the other side.
Probably they didn´t want to see him.
That typical kind of homeless man you see in every city.
Hundreds of people passed him without even looking at him. Or giving some more speed to pass him faster.
Not even the police officers took notice of him. Shouldn´t they be trained to notice, when a person is dehydrated and dying of hunger?
He was sitting there in between a crowd of people like he would be the last human on earth.
Maybe even waiting for his clock to make the last tick, while whispering every few minutes “Please, I need something to eat“.
I bought him food and a bottle of water, handed it over and shook his hand saying “Good luck, my friend”
And there it was again. Those stunning and breathtaking shiny eyes we had, when we were little kids.
Seeing those thankful eyes and making a human feel like a human was worth a million bucks.
This story isn´t meant to be fishing for compliments. I want you to open your eyes and that you get the focus on what life is about.
Your last shirt has no bags
The fact that we as human beings will close our eyes forever one day is an unstoppable process. At least for this dimension.
Nobody knows what comes after.
There´s just a controversial hypothesis, that we lose 21 grams at the moment we die.
There’s no logical or scientific explanation for that, and I leave this fact in your mind like it is (for now).
Until a clever scientist finds out the weapon to stop that silly invention from mother nature, we are going to stay in this world for more or less 80 years.
Every single second we could hear the clock ticking towards our earthly end.
If we would listen to it.
But we got blind. We don´t see those incredible good things anymore we saw when we were child.
What makes your heart sing?
The other day, Jerod Morris asked me in an email, what makes my heart sing.
My answer was:
- get to know humans who are not hipocrites.
- get to know humans who don´t care about skin color, religion or physical appearance.
- get to know humans who don´t think they are better than others just because of their position or money.
- get to know humans who understood the meaning of “humanity”
- connecting those four types of personalities to a forceful circle.
In my eyes, life is all about humanity and humility and we all still have it inside us. Hidden somewhere behind our dumb material wishes.
We just have to wake it up. No matter if you have 1000, 10.000 or 10 Million.
My grandpa, who died with 89years after a fulfilled and prosperous life, told me once:Your last shirt has no bagsClick To Tweet
That´s why I´ve chosen that title above. Which is a quote from Steve Jobs, who said:
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying, I’ve done something wonderful. That’s what matters.
Today, go out and do something wonderful to make this world a better one.
Think about, what makes your heart sing.
Your clock is ticking….
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