You’ve seen the bumper stickers. “He who dies with the most toys wins.” Maybe you’ve seen the follow-up version. “He who dies with the most toys is dead.”
It’s not hard to see through the emptiness and superficiality of materialism. The idea that the meaning of life is to be found in the things acquired, the trophies accumulated, and the amount of money made loses its credibility in the emergency room and the funeral parlor. As one wise older person once put it, “I’ve never heard anyone on his deathbed say, ‘I sure wish I’d spent more time at the office.'”
What is it you are pushing so hard to acquire or accomplish? Is it truly important, or merely something to gratify your ego or impress your peers? Will it come at the expense of your family or your own relationship to God?
How do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose or forfeit your own soul?
In you are under 40, you probably care a lot about success. If you are over 40, you may care more about significance. We all like toys. That’s fine. It’s okay to own toys. But what’s not okay is for those toys to own you.