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To fix or build something for someone is so rewarding that you sometimes forget to do your own mundane but important stuff. Soon things accumulate and you deeply regret having been tinkering at things that doesn't really "matter".
But one way of looking at this is that atleast some of those people never forget me and are often happy to help me back in ways I could have never anticipated. Sometimes while helping others, I get to learn something really cool which becomes a bigger reward in itself.
After reading this, I feel that perhaps we are, after all social beings, probably instinctively acting this way. It gives true happiness to oneself and others. Perhaps that's what matters in the long run.
And your advise is a good reminder: > Life is not about chasing dollars and buying fancy toys it’s about doing what you love and taking care of others.
But yeah, kind of makes no sense if you do not believe in it.
And you are not required to believe in it, that is the beauty of this universe, you can come up with anything you want to believe in and it will be true.
That's a great quote and great life strategy, thanks!
I miss a world with more people like that. Too bad that sometimes those people die to early.
I had a uncle, that was like that, I never met a person that disliked him, I remember he doing some crazy stuff, like one day when his car stopped near the church, and 8 or 9 kids came out, the his wife came from the wheel, then he showed up. My dad was on the sidewalk looking, and made a "how???" face. The uncle replied: " oh, I went lied down, and the kids on top of me" and then he laughed like a Santa would.
He never built a dragster, or anything fancy, but he could fix most toys and some small electronics, like videogames and portable radios, and I never saw him not smiling, and I never saw him failing to make a kid smile...
Until the day a truck doing a illegal overtake crashed in the front of his car.
Then this day, I saw about 5000 people crammed into the church crying. His death was the biggest funeral I ever saw in person.