One day, this is all going to end

When our time has come, the job we got or the amount of money we made won’t matter. No one will die happy because they have millions in their bank account. And no one will regret not having worked more.

What will matter is what we have built, the connections we made and how we made others feel. Knowing we established strong friendships or raised kids who strive in their lives: this is what will bring a sense of meaning and accomplishment when our last breath will come.

I made many mistakes in my life, valuing my professional life way more than I should have. And under-invest in my private life, to the point of breaking relations I should not have. These are facts acted and there is no way I can go back to fix it. But I can act on the future, and in the few years that I have left on this planet, I want to explore joys I never had the opportunity to.

To the few people reading this: I hope you love what you do and embrace the daily struggle to master a skill. Do it, but not at the expense of your personal life. Take risks, make sure they are calculated, and that you do not reach a point of no return.