Mui Ne, Vietnam.
We all go back to dust.


It is said that Dwight “Ike” Eisenhower (34th President of the United States) carried an anonymous poem to get a better perspective on himself. I searched on Google and found the full poem and the author.


The Indispensable Man

(by Saxon White Kessinger)


Sometime when you’re feeling important;

Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom;

Sometime when you take it for granted,

You’re the best qualified in the room:

Sometime when you feel that your going,

Would leave an unfillable hole,

Just follow these simple instructions,

And see how they humble your soul.  


Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it up to the wrist,

Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining,

Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed.

You can splash all you wish when you enter,

You may stir up the water galore,

But stop, and you’ll find that in no time,

It looks quite the same as before.  


The moral of this quaint example,

Is to do just the best that you can,

Be proud of yourself but remember,

There’s no indispensable man.


Because I hold a certain position, title, possess skillsets and talent can make me feel significant and necessary at the workplace.

But this poem just gives me the perspective that I am not an indispensable man. I actually tried the activity the poet suggests and I felt incapable, ineffective and useless (bucket full of water can give you a life lesson).

I will do my best today but once again let me remind myself that I am not that all-important. The world moves on with or without me.