I had a great conversation with someone today at work about changing the world. It was good stuff.
Here’s the short version: there’s an old tale I read once and have heard retold in different ways. The story is about a guy who spends much of his life seeking to change the world. Stuff happens to him throughout his life, and he is pretty much oblivious to it. All he cares about is changing the world. As he gets on in years, he comes suddenly to the startling realization that he missed the opportunity to changes the lives of dozens of dozens of people with whom he came into contact because he was too busy focusing on other things. Had he simply changed himself, he would have been far down the path to changing the world.
It’s like that for all of us. I started telling the guy at work about the tale I just recounted, and he stopped me. Why? Well, I’d already told him. His face lit up. I think he got the point of the story.
Seems to me like I’ve already changed the world. Huh. Now what?
Guess I’ll just have to try and change the world again tomorrow.
