I voted ‘‘unsure.’’
My role in making the world a better place would revolve primarily around facilitating dialog and empathy so people can better understand and support one another in the community at large. This requires tackling a lot of different social issues. In my view, this facilitation would ultimately result in increased activism and concrete policy changes to help people at a disadvantage.
But my big moral question is less, ''What is my actual, measured impact?" and more “Am I using my full potential?”
By actual, measured, impact, I do all right. I’ve raised over a million dollars at this point, over the span of my career, toward various causes that are doing work I feel is important to their communities. Now, I also got paid to do that, so there’s an obvious benefit to myself as well. But for the sake of the discussion, let’s say the benefit to oneself is irrelevant.
But when I ask myself, ''Am I using my full potential?" the answer is a resounding ‘‘no.’’ If we assume that everyone’s capacity to make the world better is an equal 100 units, I’m using maybe 40-60 of my units at any given time. Kind of pathetic. There are a ton of things I opt not to do that I could choose to do and increase that impact even more.
So by my own standards, I kind of suck.
But maybe we also have to consider the depth of impact as well as breadth. I know I make the world a better place for my husband in a profound way. I know I’m good for my friends. I think that’s where people usually focus their efforts. If we narrow my potential units to include only making my husband’s world a better place, I’m probably hitting 90. With friends? 70 or 80.
I’ve long had this nightmare, even though I’m not religious, that at the end of my life I will end up at the foot of someone’s throne, and they will inform me that I have done everything wrong in life, that I didn’t try hard enough, that I could have done better. To me the sum value of my life is looking back at the end and being able to say, ‘‘I did all I could.’’
It’s no small secret that I’ve struggled with mental health. There are times the world seems unbearably cruel to me, and my terror of having terrible things happen has made me wish I was dead. There are times I’ve talked myself out of suicide because it felt like I would be abandoning mankind. Almost like going AWOL on a mission. You don’t leave your brothers and sisters behind. So maybe there is even some victory in making it to the end without giving up entirely.