What do all the greatest rulers, the wealthiest elites, and the most powerful conquerors throughout world history have in common? They’re all dead. Even the rich and famous of modern times are going to end up in the same place – in the ground. We take nothing with us when we die except for our memories, who we become as people – individually and collectively. What really matters the most at the end of my life isn’t going to be which fancy restaurants I went to, which kind of car I drove, or even how many friends and followers I had on social media. What really matters to me the most now isn’t going to fancy restaurants or driving an expensive car, though I do appreciate driving a comfortable car since I spend so much time there. I also care about the people with whom I interact on social media, not so I can be famous or popular but because I need the mutual edification. Cyberspace is the only place I have for connection at the moment, so, although it’s absolutely not the most ideal, I’ll go with it and make the best use of it as I can. What really matters the most to me now is family, friends, fitness, and fun. I want to have fun. I want to enjoy my life and the people that I have in my life. These matters are what matters. Fame and fortune are fine and fleeting, and they come with a much higher price tag than most would ever suspect.