I’ve always been slightly afraid of people who say sophomoric crap like, “My goal is to be a millionaire before I’m 30.” That’s not a goal. That’s insipidness masquerading as a goal.
Now if you want to write a book before you’re 30, that’s a goal. But hey, don’t beat yourself up about it if you don’t.
Too many people take life too seriously. They focus on climbing the ladder, getting the Beemer, becoming MD, etc. The reason they’re called ‘A-type’ personalities is not because A = Number 1, it’s because they’re completely anal-retentive.
I used to be one of these people. I know many others who used to be like these people. And all of us changed in a single second.
You see, very few ambitious individuals are blessed with perspective. It takes most of us something greater than heartbreak, physical pain, divorce or fear to gain true perspective – it takes the death of someone we love.
One of the most fanatical workaholics I know lost his dad recently. His father called him shortly before he died but he was too busy to take the call. This workaholic has now booked a holiday overseas with the man he loves. It’ll be his first three-week holiday in eight years.
I didn’t go to dinner with my grandmother the week before she died. I studied and met up with a potential job contact instead. I can’t remember what I was studying or who the contact was, but I would have remembered that dinner.
It’s good to have dreams and plans and goals. It’s good to work hard. It’s good to go away on business. But if that’s all you’re doing, you’re not living.
As Ferris Bueller said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.”