Sometimes before I go to sleep, I lay in bed. thinking of how many things I could have done to be a better human today. It’s usually sandwiched in between my thoughts. about all the people who annoyed the shit out of me that I need to unfriend and how I can build my empire and live like a fucking king!!! (beat). Sorry. Anyway, it’s always in the double digits. Big things small things. Almost all intercepted by pride, ego, and fear. I’m not just saying this because it’s Christmas and I’m feeling the spirit. It’s more because as I get older, I am able to see the bigger picture. I don’t want to live small. I’ve been there. It’s a prison. We’re on this planet for a micro second. We might as well be a good human. And it’s hard. I get it. Being kind to strangers, smiling, being the bigger person, practicing self awareness, actually making an effort to communicate with people, when you don’t necessarily want to but you know it’s the good thing to do. Especially to the people you actually care about because they’re the ones who hurt us the most. All while maneuvering through our daily turbulence. Some of us are just tying to stay afloat and I get that. I’ve been there. But for me, it always goes back to the idea of living a through-me life. I’d like to think I died nearly a decade ago when I made a decision to help others. But that fucker, my old self, keeps coming back from the dead. If I want to make any kind of dent in this world, allow my story to carry me instead of my ego, I can’t just think about myself. I have to consciously make a minute by minute choice to be better. Because I may come back as a tree next time around.
So ask yourself, what can you do today, no matter how small or big, to be a better human? What would the world would look like if everyone asked themselves that question every morning, before their daily fight?