2016; what a time it’s been. The year of tragedies upon tragedies, disaster followed by disaster, catastrophe heaped on catastrophe. Brexit happened, the US Presidential Elections hit us like a sack of bricks, Kim K decided to have another baby and, just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get ANY worse…
Jayalalitha, the beloved leader of a generation of Tamilians, passed away in a hospital bed.
Amidst the sound of what feels like a million people mourning, there’s a beautiful lesson to be learned from the fiasco and it’s this;
No matter how many people would pay to touch your feet, no matter how many beach side holiday homes you own, no matter if your name is splattered on the headlines every Thursday, no matter if you rake in a bajillion dollars every day, the fact of the matter is, we all end up in the same place.
Cremated, buried, fed to the vultures; it doesn’t matter. One day, we’re all going to stop breathing and that will be the end of that and none of the things you thought were so damn important are going to matter one bit.
So consider this a plea from a fellow human being; don’t chase after riches and fame and fortune because, at the end of the day, it’s not going to be of any consequence.
Instead, be kind. Be good. Be a nice person to be around. Because THAT’S what’s going to make the difference. THAT’S going to be the legacy you leave behind. Not a bank balance, but a throng of people willing to stand up and say, “Hey! You’re an incredible person and I like you, and you know what? I’ve got you’re back.” THAT’S what it all boils down to.
Trust me on this one.