I’m just so glad that there are wonderful people in this world.
People who are genuine. Sincere.
People who care about the person—about the soul inside—rather than accomplishments.
That’s the thing that matters most in my life. And it’s so atypical in the world I live in, where everything is about productivity, outcomes, and “what did you get done today?”
When I think about the people who changed humanity—Jane Goodall, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Joan of Arc, St. Francis of Assisi—I keep coming back to one truth:
Every single one of them looked like a screw-up in their own time.
A person “wasting resources.”
A failure.
Someone ruining the world.
Someone doing the wrong thing.
We only admire them now because somebody wrote their stories down. Because we had the written word. Because their humanity was captured long enough for others to see it.
Today, almost all of us have that same ability to store what we believe. To write. To care. To do something that looks pointless or foolish in the moment, but is actually for the betterment of humanity.
If there’s anything I want to be known for, it’s not my accomplishments.
It’s that I cared about the actual human being in front of me.
And I want you to think about this too:
What “screw-up” would you do—what wasteful, time-consuming, energy-draining thing—if it meant being known for your humanity?
Because almost every truly human act will look like failure to someone.