What Matters Most?
Close your eyes and take a couple of deep breathes.
Try for ten; five will suffice.
Now imagine you were going to die.
A doctor is sitting in front of you telling you it’s all over in two weeks.
Two more deep breaths.
Sit with this realization for a moment.
As one day, sooner than we all think, it’ll be true.
What would matter to you?
Who would matter to you?
What would you want people to know about you?
Sit and marinate with those questions for two minutes.
Take five more deep breaths and open your eyes.
Now write down, in list form, the five things that matter to you most.
I apologize if I startled you, but death has a powerful way of cutting to the core of things. I’m pretty sure most of you didn’t think of your car, your clothes, your hair, your bank account, your Instagram account, or that you were right in a lot of arguments (unless maybe you’re a lawyer). There’s no right or wrong when you’re dead, and you can’t drive around in your Porsche after you’re gone as far as I know. For most of us, those last thoughts settle around the people we love and the things we did or do that we’re most proud of.