"For each of us eventually, whether we are ready or not, someday it will come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies, will finally disappear. So too your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from or on what side of the tracks you lived at the end. It won’t matter if you are beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built. Not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not your competence, but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you are gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who love you.
A life lived that matters is not a circumstance, but a choice." - The Beautiful Truth, The Gerson Institute
This is Hugo here. This is a blog post with a professional as well as personal focus.
I am from Ecuador so Spanish is my first language. In Spanish Polo can be used both to refer to the sport and to denote a extreme, like “pole” would do in English. After the Raleigh Hotel party that closed up the Miami Beach Polo event, I visited a dance club with a group of friends. I soon got bored and suddenly I found myself in the streets of South Beach in a total different context: talking to two home-less people. In a matter of seconds I went from one extreme to the other! I realized how lucky I was to be so healthy, clean, of having a great family and friends, my own job, shelter and food every day and a mission in life. I sat with them on the street for a long while trying to make sense of all of this. One of them was a woman who just can’t look at your eyes when she talks because she’s literally “gone”. The other one was a very nice old man who even in his austerity and humble condition was transmitting me peace by saying that everything was alright, that he is "ok" because he is still alive. I came to realize how hard and extreme their lives are when there is so much opulence all over the streets. At the end he even offered me the only thing he had: a piece of cardboard to sit on to have some rest.
We live in an unfair system. Masses of people walked past them and no one seemed to care. Things must change in the near future. We must develop a just society where no one needs to sleep in the streets and suffer hunger. We must ACT and not just complain, or even worse pretend we don't see it.This was the way I ended my stay in Florida before going to California to capture the great energy of the Pacific Ocean! Inspired by people to be the change I want to see in the world.