It's service, not status, that counts.
Trying to observe the slow shift from self-centeredness to empathy is like trying to watch grass grow.
Meekness, the subtraction of self, reduces the multiplication of words.
Without making a fetish of goal setting, and without letting "lists" of tasks we desire to do dominate us, some recording of goals is wise not only for the self-reminder these constitute, but also for the satisfaction of crossing things off.
All crosses are easier to carry when we keep moving.
There are certain mortal moments and minutes that matter. Certain hingepoints in the history of each human. Some seconds are so decisive they shrink the soul, while others are spent, so as to stretch the soul.