I have always thought that people were inherently good when we were born and that society corrupted us, that we taught each other hatred, and disdain for each other. To a point I still see the world that way. I see children as being inherently good, but I no longer see the use of the idea that there are ever people who are inherently bad. There are those who are inherently good, and those who are broken.
So many times I look around and I’m genuinely amazed by the brokeness of the world. As humans we always think that we should have our lives together. We should know exactly what our lives are meant for, but in the end can we ever be sure? Can we ever say that THIS. THIS is it. This is what we were meant to be? No, I can honestly say that I don’t know if there is a true calling that will ever be revealed to us. We putz around our lives striving to find our purpose. We look so hard for that purpose, but in the long run does the purpose really matter? It’s like saying that the end of the race is the only thing that matters. Is that true? Is life just one really driven race? I’d like to venture to say it’s not. I’d like to say that the people we meet and the impacts that we make on the world will matter more in the end rather than what the end result is. I’d like to say the number of impacts that we have on other people is what the success of our lives should be measured on, not the amount of money in our banks, the size of our houses, the number of years we spent in school, the amount of service projects we did, the stack of bills on the coffee table. We are more than just stacks of things.
The human race depends on the amount of impact that each individual leaves behind, not the amount of stuff we accumulate in the end. Because when you leave this world, what else is there other than what you leave behind?