I think most of us get to a point where we finally figure out we're mortal, and each day is one less we have to live.
As a parent with two small children, I'm constantly faced with two paths: I could work really hard, the result being eventually enough money that would bring me more "happiness" (travel the world with my wife and kids, for example); or I could extract every memory possible while my kids are this age.
When I think about being on my deathbed and looking back on my life, what will I be thinking? Will I have wished I worked longer hours? Or will I have wanted more memories of my kids laughing with me?
(This is largely why I'm building slow growth, sustainable lifestyle businesses over moving everyone to SF and working 100 hours a week at some startup.)
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I think most of us get to a point where we finally figure out we're mortal, and each day is one less we have to live.
As a parent with two small children, I'm constantly faced with two paths: I could work really hard, the result being eventually enough money that would bring me more "happiness" (travel the world with my wife and kids, for example); or I could extract every memory possible while my kids are this age.
When I think about being on my deathbed and looking back on my life, what will I be thinking? Will I have wished I worked longer hours? Or will I have wanted more memories of my kids laughing with me?
(This is largely why I'm building slow growth, sustainable lifestyle businesses over moving everyone to SF and working 100 hours a week at some startup.)