The more I see of people, the more I realize that most of them are living the life of a vacuous kind- always in pursuit of something. What is this existence? If at the end of the day, you have not held a hand that needed reassurance or not bothered to look beyond your selfish interests, you have failed as a human being. It does not matter if you got the registers roaring at Wall Street, you are not worth a penny if you did not understand the despair of a heart beat. Let life make you, do not make your life. Life is a temporary thing. What is permanent is the love you left as an offering- to a silent somebody , to another soul in need.