Adapted
from a poem by an Author Unknown
Ready or not, our time must come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All things collected – treasured or forgotten – will pass to someone
else.
It will not matter what was owed or owned.
Wins and losses, once important, will fade away.
And it will not matter where we came from, or on what side of the road
we lived.
So how will the value of our days be measured?
What will matter is not what we bought, but what we built; not what we
got, but what we gave. Not our success, but our significance. Not what we
learned, but what we taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or
sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others.
What will matter is not our competence, but our character. Not how many
people we knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when we are gone. Not our
memories, but the memories that live on in those who loved us.
Living a life that matters does not happen by accident.
It is not a matter of circumstance, but of choice.
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