“I climbed to the top of the business world,” Steve Jobs once said. “In the eyes of many, I was a symbol of success—wealth, innovation, influence. But as I lay here in a hospital bed, facing the end of my life, something has become painfully clear:

Beyond work… there was so little true joy.

All the trophies I once held so tightly—recognition, money, achievement—
Now feel small. Fragile. Powerless in the face of death.

You can hire people to drive your car, to clean your house, even to run your company.
But you can’t pay someone to carry your pain.
You can’t outsource the weight of your illness.
And you certainly can’t hire someone to die in your place.

Material things can be replaced.
But life—once lost—is gone forever.

No matter how far you’ve come, or how much you’ve built,
There comes a day when the curtain closes for all of us.