A client of mine recently shared a revelation he had about himself. After 25 years of coming to his office on the 25th floor of a downtown high rise, calling the tough shots everyone expected him to do flawlessly, predicting the future in order to put everyone else at ease & finding hidden sources of wealth to fund other people’s dreams, he got up from his executive desk, took a few steps, and looked back at his chair. For a brief moment he saw from outside himself what would be considered the purest question of man’s existence, asking himself, “Is this all that I shall leave behind?” What did he see, you ask: the imprint of two butt cheeks in the leather of his seat, nothing more.
