Very few things matter now.

This is a poem I will have to read to myself every morning.

At this point of my very life. Actually, I'm still relatively young. I learned that very few things matter:

These few things like my work, my innovations, the person I love or tend to, and my service to God and humanity. If these are the very few things that matter, I want to commit my best to them and do them well.

I want to make the very few things that I do the best. If I Live all my life in a corner, which will be most unlikely, I will make all I do there and that corner the best of places humanity wants to be.