Yesterday I spent the day at the hospital prior to a benign surgery. Surrounded in white, in a hundred years old building, with endless corridors and bland decors, a place full of births and deaths, illnesses and miracles. As I sit here in the belly of the beast, I cannot help but to do some soul searching.
I thought about the chaotic speed of my daily life, the seemingly countless hours I spend chatting with people who I have never met online in lengths of 140 characters. I think also of my chosen profession as a décor and web entrepreneur and at the way I am in no way saving lives. Is this all frivolous and superficial I ask?
After all isn’t the need to house oneself part of the primary needs of the “Maslow Hierarchy of Needs”? On the same quantitative scale, isn’t the need to accomplish oneself professionally and socially a mandatory milestone in attaining self actualization? And yet…I am not saving lives.
As I sat there sipping a cup of warm tea I looked around and saw the miracle of life happening under my eyes. A group of weary doctors in scrubs talking about their latest surgery and the techniques they used to probably save this person’s life, a young mother speechlessly gazing at her newborn son (undeniably a son dressed from beanie to slippers in nautical blue), a man sitting beside me giving his grown son life lessons…maybe his last ones.
And as I reflect, I cannot help but to think that although I do not save lives I hope to certainly help make some better on a daily basis. Whether it is the artisans, creators, and retailers to whom I give visibility through my online directory, or the people that read my blog posts and attend the conferences I spend countless hours preparing, or even the design community with whom I enjoy exchanging on the social media platforms…I hope that I somehow make a difference.
Because at the end of the day…and as long as we have health… isn’t it that what’s most important to make a positive difference in someone’s life?
photos: Studio OINK1