At my current job position, I get to meet a lot of different people. Recently an elderly gentleman came up to me out of nowhere, and asked if I was appriciating what I had. Ofcourse I nodded and in my head thought this guy was nuts. Ended up that he is a long time friend of my boss, and the three of us ended up chatting a bit. This guy is 65 years old, and is worth a lot of money.
The theme of his story was basically how when he was our age, all he worried about was riches and *****es. Now looking back, he'd give up every single penny he has, work at minimum wage, just to be in my position of a young adult, with life and it's opportunities right infront, instead of the back of your head. He wishes that he could talk to all these 18-25 year old females, but he can't any longer. He wishes he could go out clubbing at night, but he can't any longer either. He wishes he could havve a chance to improve his physique, but with old age and sickness, he might kill himself trying. One of the funniest elderly people I ever met.
He told me that life as we know it, is escaping us second by second. Don't be that poor soul who spends most of his life trying to figure this game out, and by the time he's ready to step onto the field, he doesn't have the physical tools anymore.
When you're 65, are you going to be telling stories of the things you can't do any longer, or stories of things you never did?
The theme of his story was basically how when he was our age, all he worried about was riches and *****es. Now looking back, he'd give up every single penny he has, work at minimum wage, just to be in my position of a young adult, with life and it's opportunities right infront, instead of the back of your head. He wishes that he could talk to all these 18-25 year old females, but he can't any longer. He wishes he could go out clubbing at night, but he can't any longer either. He wishes he could havve a chance to improve his physique, but with old age and sickness, he might kill himself trying. One of the funniest elderly people I ever met.
He told me that life as we know it, is escaping us second by second. Don't be that poor soul who spends most of his life trying to figure this game out, and by the time he's ready to step onto the field, he doesn't have the physical tools anymore.
When you're 65, are you going to be telling stories of the things you can't do any longer, or stories of things you never did?