In June 2005, I almost died when a cancerous tumor perforated my colon. I was quite sick for several months, and I had a lot of time to reflect on how fortunate I was to have survived. At around the same time, my friend Donna gave me a framed print of a poem written by Michael Josephson. The poem meant a lot to me at the time, and it still holds a lot of meaning for me today. I hope you enjoy it.
WHAT WILL MATTER
by Michael Josephson
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten
will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations
and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won’t matter where you came from
or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought
but what you built, not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success
but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned
but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity,
compassion, courage, or sacrifice
that enriched, empowered or encouraged others
to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence
but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories
but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered,
by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
Beautiful, and this rings very true. Thank you for this reflection, Dawn.
Thank you, Shelley 🙂
This beautiful and it really touched my heart
Thank you so much for being here, Gillian.
You’ve touched my life. Thank you.
I am glad you are here, Linda. Love and hugs, Dawn.
So beautyful n true thank you.