Remember how when you were in kindergarten and it seemed like the most important things were having the right lunchbox, the best cookies at the lunch table, and the coolest shoes?
And then when you're in sixth grade and everyone is wearing Star Jeans, and it seems like you're cast in social hell if you're not wearing a big star on your bum?
Or when you're in high school, and you think you'll die if you don't get a part in the play, or a solo in the concert, or a place on the team?
Or when you're in college and your entire life and future career depends on your score on the GMAT, LSAT, or MCAT?
Or when you're employed and you think you'll never be able support yourself and your family if you're not made a partner, or an officer, or a board member?
Do you think that maybe when we die and we get to the other side, we'll realize that the lunch boxes, Star Jeans, the teams, the scores, and positions were all things that we had to let go, and that the only things we get to keep and hold are the hands of the people around us?