You Can Still Write the Next Line…
Last week I was working with a client.
40 years old.
Vice President.
Things got heavy. Emotional.
“How can I still not know what I’m striving for—what I want to be when I grow up? It seems like it’s too late.”
These sessions are hard.
On paper—externally—this person is wildly successful.
Inside, though, hurting.
I like this guy’s music.
Yesterday, I discovered a new album: Hank.
It features wisdom from Charles Bukowski.
And came across this gem:
“If you can’t write the next line, well, you’re dead. The past doesn’t matter.”
To the 40-year-old Vice Presidents of the world…
To all of you…
To anyone with a beating heart…
The past doesn’t matter.
It’s not too late.
You can still write the next line…