“You are not here merely to make a living. You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world. You impoverish yourself if you forget this errand.” ~ Woodrow Wilson …
In our search for purpose and fulfillment in life, it is quite easy to get caught in the rut of merely trying to make a living for ourselves. We have goals, dreams, wants, desires, responsibilities, and on and on, that require us to place some of our focus on attaining and achieving these things. But this is not our sole purpose in life, and it is incredibly important that we recognize the value in contributing to the lives of those around us.
Because we are all connected to one another in the beautifully woven tapestry of humanity, simply being here on Earth is not enough–we must enrich the world around us. We need each other for direction and advice, for love and compassion, for growth and positive change. We are meant to touch the lives of those who need us in a real and substantial way… and we cannot do so when we consciously live small.
Alicia Keys aptly captured this in the lyrics of her hit song titled “We are here” which is one of my very favourite songs today.
No one travels their journey in life alone–everything that we do affects those around us, and everything that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own. Even on the small scale, the good you do today to enrich the lives of others will save you from poverty of spirit, mind, body, and heart.
Make the effort to enrich the world in a few small ways.
Questions to consider:
What are some things you have noticed others doing that enrich the lives of others?
How can we look at enriching the world as an errand?
How do we impoverish ourselves when we neglect our errand of enriching the world?
For further thought:
The Vision of Sir Launfal, Part Second, section VIII
“Lo, it is I, be not afraid!
In many climes, without avail,
Thou had spent thy life for the Holy Grail;
Behold, it is here,–this cup which thou
Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now;
This crust is my body broken for thee,
This water His blood that died on the tree;
The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,
In whatso we share with another’s need,–
Not that which we give, but what we share,–
For the gift without the giver is bare;
Who bestows himself with his alms feeds three,–
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.”
James Russell Lowell