I have concluded that the accumulation of wealth, even if I could achieve it, is an insufficient reason for living. When I reach the end of my days, a moment or two from now, I must look backward on something more meaningful than the pursuit of houses and land and machines and stocks and bonds.
Nor is fame of any lasting benefit. I
will consider my earthly existence to have been wasted unless I can recall a
loving family, a consistent investment in the lives of people, and an earnest
attempt to serve the God who made me.
Nothing else makes much sense.
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