Legacy or Likes

 In 1383, a stonecutter in Florence spent 47 years carving a single pillar. He died before the cathedral was finished. He knew he'd never see it completed. That didn't stop him.

In 2025, we can barely finish watching a YouTube video without checking our notifications.

Something's broken. Not in our technology. In our souls.

They found his journal recently. One line reads: "Each strike of my hammer serves generations I'll never meet." He carved his vision into stone while we carve ours into digital vapor.

Solomon saw this coming. Not the smartphones or social media, but the disease they'd reveal: "Where there is no vision, the people perish." He wasn't talking about goals or five-year plans. He was describing a spiritual flatline - walking dead men with pulses but no purpose.

Look around. We're there.

We've got people building follower counts instead of legacies. Parents chasing likes instead of leaving marks. Children inheriting our anxiety instead of our vision. We're alive, but we're not living. We're sophisticated dying.

Your ancestors built railroads that still run. They built businesses that still operate. They built communities that still gather.

What are you building?

"But he that keepeth the law, happy is he." Solomon wasn't selling religious restriction. He was revealing the secret of generational vision. The law wasn't a cage - it was the foundation of freedom. The framework for building things bigger than ourselves.

That stonecutter in Florence? He had two choices: create something that would outlast him or chase pleasures that would die with him. He chose vision over death.

We face the same choice.

You can spend your life building cathedrals or collecting notifications.

You can carve your vision in stone or scroll it away in pixels.

You can live for generations you'll never meet or die chasing moments you'll never keep.

There's no middle ground.

The disease is terminal, but the cure is timeless: Find a vision bigger than your lifetime. Build something that outlasts your death. Serve a purpose that survives your pulse.

Or keep scrolling. Keep drifting. Keep dying.

Your ancestors chose their path.

Now it's your turn.

Vision or death.

Choose wisely.