Just imagine being him, and she announces this, and you stand up, and there they are.
The feeling of significance within yourself that so few of us will ever taste.
You could die and go straight to Heaven right then, your entire life fulfilled right there, in that moment. Every second of life you get from then on is an extra bonus after that.
There are three levels to living:
Survival - most are born and live out their lives at this level, scarcely two paychecks away from destitution, hardly any savings at retirement
Success - even in the USA, some percentage less than half will reach this level where all their needs are comfortably met and will be for life
Significance - only a tiny fraction ever reach this level where all their needs are met, and they have plenty left over to prosper others with and make a significant difference in their lives
I think we can all achieve significance, but not if we play the cabal's game. We news to get off the hamster wheel and come together. We all can help someone we know. That's significant and very doable.
A life of helping others is no joke. It might look small at first, but watch those good actions compound over time.
Success is an artificial standard. How about the person who pollutes the least and leaves the planet in the same or better condition than when you arrived? That is success to me.
I agree largely, yet if that person is living paycheck to paycheck, scanning the right side of the menu instead of the left to see what they'll order, in constant peril of running out of money if something unforeseen occurs, then they are in survival mode whether they recognize it or not
old habits are hard to break. I scan the prices even when on a company tab. I can't help it. It just bothers me to pay ridiculous prices for something. And I am a good tipper and like to help people. I guess it comes from times where even paycheck to paycheck had a deficit. Not fun.
I don’t live paycheck to paycheck by any means, but have always made sacrifices and have a hard time not being worried about running out of money. Guess that’s part of growing up extremely poor is you’re always worried about the what if. Does something physical to your brain. I am in survival mode greater than 90% of the time
Same. When you grow up poor you never forget it. To this day I still cut coupons. I certainly don't NEED to but it's like a game now. I'm no extreme couponing level but it's still free money and I love seeing that grocery bill shrink at the end.
There were the legendary “mole people” who survived entirely on refuse.
I’ve always refused to use municipal recycling on the basis that “mole people” who live in tunnels under the city dump rely on those bottles and cans for their livelihoods.
I recall some 50 years ago being grateful for people throwing longneck beer bottles out their car windows. I collected them. A case of 24 empties was worth $.88 and that was enough for me to buy a loaf of bread and a can of sardines. It got me by for awhile. I’ve long since prospered, but remain grateful for the seemingly inconsiderate bottle tossers.
For one terrible moment I thought you were going to say the homeless add years to a land full by the minerals their decomposing bodies contribute to the land full or something like that?
Just imagine being him, and she announces this, and you stand up, and there they are.
The feeling of significance within yourself that so few of us will ever taste.
You could die and go straight to Heaven right then, your entire life fulfilled right there, in that moment. Every second of life you get from then on is an extra bonus after that.
There are three levels to living:
Survival - most are born and live out their lives at this level, scarcely two paychecks away from destitution, hardly any savings at retirement
Success - even in the USA, some percentage less than half will reach this level where all their needs are comfortably met and will be for life
Significance - only a tiny fraction ever reach this level where all their needs are met, and they have plenty left over to prosper others with and make a significant difference in their lives
I think we can all achieve significance, but not if we play the cabal's game. We news to get off the hamster wheel and come together. We all can help someone we know. That's significant and very doable.
A life of helping others is no joke. It might look small at first, but watch those good actions compound over time.
I really like this post....you summarized it beautifully!
Maslow's hierarchy of needs explains these stages very well...
I agree largely, yet if that person is living paycheck to paycheck, scanning the right side of the menu instead of the left to see what they'll order, in constant peril of running out of money if something unforeseen occurs, then they are in survival mode whether they recognize it or not
old habits are hard to break. I scan the prices even when on a company tab. I can't help it. It just bothers me to pay ridiculous prices for something. And I am a good tipper and like to help people. I guess it comes from times where even paycheck to paycheck had a deficit. Not fun.
I don’t live paycheck to paycheck by any means, but have always made sacrifices and have a hard time not being worried about running out of money. Guess that’s part of growing up extremely poor is you’re always worried about the what if. Does something physical to your brain. I am in survival mode greater than 90% of the time
Same. When you grow up poor you never forget it. To this day I still cut coupons. I certainly don't NEED to but it's like a game now. I'm no extreme couponing level but it's still free money and I love seeing that grocery bill shrink at the end.
There were the legendary “mole people” who survived entirely on refuse. I’ve always refused to use municipal recycling on the basis that “mole people” who live in tunnels under the city dump rely on those bottles and cans for their livelihoods.
I recall some 50 years ago being grateful for people throwing longneck beer bottles out their car windows. I collected them. A case of 24 empties was worth $.88 and that was enough for me to buy a loaf of bread and a can of sardines. It got me by for awhile. I’ve long since prospered, but remain grateful for the seemingly inconsiderate bottle tossers.
For one terrible moment I thought you were going to say the homeless add years to a land full by the minerals their decomposing bodies contribute to the land full or something like that?
Everyone sets their own bar
gay
sotting on an internet forum is not significant in the least
if you think it is significant in the grand scheme then your brain has gone soggy