At 29 years old, you've changed the way the world communicates, been Time magazine's "Person of the Year", and placed yourself as the 66th wealthiest person in the world.
Freakin' 29 years old.
That gives me seven years.
Is it just me, or do most of us feel the pressure to do something grand? Sometimes I feel like if it's not spectacular, out-of-the-box, or world-changing, it's not worth my time. But can you blame me? It seems like Mr. Zuckerburg is the flagship in an armada of young protege's...
Travis started his own non-profit.
Julie is running a thriving small business in Seattle.
Cameron...well....he's still stuck in Delta.
Nobody wants to be Cameron.
The thing is...I love this about our generation. It's full of innovators and free spirits. Our creativity and vision are some of the few things that give me hope for the future. But I'm afraid we've forgotten something:
The nobility of the mundane.
You know, the mundane jobs that most of our parents had? Those mundane jobs that required your dad or mom to wake up at 5:00 a.m. for thirty years? Maybe your mom's mundane job involved waking your butt up in the morning to teach and guide you through life. Maybe your dad was an accountant, sitting in a crappy cubicle with fifty other people tapping out numbers so he could put you through college.
Heroes come in all forms, and sometimes they are made one insignificant decision at a time. You don't have to stop world hunger, just pick up that guy that's been standing on the street corner and take him to lunch.
I'm sure he'll appreciate that a whole lot more than his facebook account.
Heroes come in all forms, and sometimes they are made one insignificant decision at a time. You don't have to stop world hunger, just pick up that guy that's been standing on the street corner and take him to lunch.
I'm sure he'll appreciate that a whole lot more than his facebook account.
