Destroy the middle, It’s a waste of time
What does it take to truly connect with someone? What does it take to connect with your most authentic self?
I watched Kalina Silverman give her take on how to do it. So I decided to borrow her Idea and ask myself two very deep, almost personal questions.
Let’s see what comes up.
What do you want to do before you die?
I want to own a telescope. Get to peer in to deep space, see the cosmos and how majestic it is.
I want to go places, travel the world, meet new people, speak new languages, have wild adventures. Hopefully, all this starts with Seychelles.
I want to make love under the milky way somewhere, or the Northern Lights.
I want to raise an adopted kid. Maybe have one or two of my own.
I want to let those that will be responsible for my body know that I wish to be cremated when I’m done with this life.
Before I die, I want to make money obsolete. I’ve always thought, “What if I gave every soul on earth a billion. Then what?” I’d like to know.
I want to help as much as I possibly can —starting with the man in the mirror.
Before I die, I want to build your most authentic self —yoMAtS, stadiums, observatories and better education systems.
I want to meet someone or people but one will do, as equally wild, free-spirited, open-minded and crazy —I want to meet me(s).
Before I die, I would like to know what it’s like to date all 12 zodiac signs —9 to go.
Before I die, I want to meet my total opposite —in all aspects.
Before I die, I want to go bungee jumping, base jumping, and skydiving.
Before I die, I want to give, give, give, and keep on giving without expectation.
1 : 400,000,000,000
I want those who ever get to read this to know that that’s how rare it is to be a human being. And yet, there you are —make it count. I want to live well.
What if you found out you were going to die tomorrow?
The fact that I can feel my heart pound in my chest thinking about this means I’m not doing something right. But here we go nonetheless;
I’d ask for one thing:
Get to see the milky way with my naked eyes, peer into deep space and make love. That’s not too much to ask for a dying man.