Can We Make a Difference?
Sometimes I sit here and wonder the purpose of everything. Why are we here? Why were we created? Is it all worth it?
I know there are people with simple, glib answers that they think are based on their faith or whatever, but when you stop to really dig, the answers are not nearly so easy to find.
So I ask the question “Can one person really make a difference?” I think of the man who spends his life traveling in search of answers only to die old and full of question. I think of the person who does everything life has to offer only to die with regrets. I think of the person who has met everyone and been everything to all, and still he dies alone. I sit here thinking of all of this and really begin to wonder if the pain, humiliation, trials, and work that is life is really going to bear some fruit?
I have traveled to all sorts of places. I am really lucky for a small-town South Dakota boy, but despite my travels, I still have this insatiable wonderlust that I cannot escape. I have met thousands of people, but I still yearn to know more, to meet more, to make an impact on more people. I want to make a difference, but every time I look back at what I have done, all I see is more work to do.
So I guess, I am wondering what it takes to feel fulfilled? What does it take to fill the emptiness that sometimes lives inside a person? What does it take to make a difference? Is it even worth trying to make that difference?
Does it matter what job you do? Does it matter how many lives you touch? Does it make a difference if one person shows up to your funeral or a hundred?
If it does not make a difference, if one person cannot make a difference, what does that mean? What does it mean if you are just a regular guy from the Midwest?