Yesterday, I was with my mom the whole day. She got sick because of something she ate. I think she got food-poisoned. She’s feeling a lot better today (praise God), but she’s not quite there yet.
Because of her fever and severe headache, she asked me if I could massage her head.
When I brushed her hair up using my fingers, I noticed her gray hair. I knew she had some. But, I didn't know there were already so many.
No matter how much of a superwoman my mom is, I guess she’s not. She’s still human. And it struck me that one day, I won’t have the chance to brush her hair up, massage her shoulders, and just be with her.
I asked myself, “What is it that I’m really working for?”
Am I not working to have more time with my family? Yet, my work (or my search for work) seems to be consuming me again.
Am I not working to build more genuine relationships? Yet, why do I always choose my work over my friends? Always.
Am I not working so, one day, I’ll be able to help others? But, when I get the chance to help someone today, why am I always in a hurry to get back to work?
We don’t work just for the sake of working. We work for our families, for our relationships, for our God, and to serve others. But, most of the time, why do we let our work get in the way of what’s truly important?
We always have tomorrow to get back to work. But, we don’t always have tomorrow to spend time with our loved ones—especially our families. One day, you’ll just be surprised to see so many gray hairs on your loved ones hair wishing that you spent more time with them. The clock is ticking.
How about you? What is it that you are really working for?
All your hard work. All the time you spend at work. All of those. What for?