Beware this may be kind of a depressing post, but It has been on my mind for a while now so I say why not share it.
A few months ago the Mother of a friend of mine found out she had terminal cancer, she had time to put things and order and all that even made a "living funeral" party. Before she died she told her son (my friend) that she was afraid to die but that she didn't regret anything and that she was at peace because she led a useful life and felt she had made a difference in the world.
His mother was a doctor, she spent a lot of time in Africa and other countries she also did some medical research and helped in an organization that offers support to people that can't pay for drugs for their chronic illness.
More recently, after finishing his degree, my friend sold most of his belongings and has gone on some sort of soul searching trip. Last conversation I had with him we talked about how he felt he hadn't made enough of a difference in the world and he was afraid of dying without accomplishing something.
This made me think about my life, how I live it and what I have been doing with it and honestly I don't know, I don't even know if I can or ever be able to make a difference.
What about you? Have you made a difference? Do you want to? Do you even think you can? Does "making a difference" even mean anything?
OT: sorry for the length, I just wanted people to know the origin of the question.