Two different people people asked my opinion last week about the importance of politics. I had an instinctive answer, but I haven’t been sure exactly how to explain my feelings. A phone conversation I just had clarified it for me.
I’ve spent a disproportionate amount of my life working around politics. In the beginning, it was simply fascinating, but before long, I was being paid to give other people advice and produce advertising for them. I’ve spent countless hours, weeks and even years pouring my thoughts and effort into campaigns. Other than the money I’ve made to support myself along the way, has any of it mattered?
About 90 minutes or so ago, I had something I needed to get written. I was working on a deadline, and I was scouring the various political ideas I have, trying to decide what was important. Then I got a phone call from someone I didn’t expect to hear from. I spent most of the time I should be writing talking on the phone instead.
When I die, am I more likely to remember that phone call or who won a gubernatorial campaign I worked hard on in 1998?
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