Please. Stop. Wasting. Time.

Dear Friend,

I used to discuss with one of my other friends that the man I met shaving in the mirror was responsible for at least eighty percent of my problems. And then my friend would smile, and say, "That's true of all of us, son." And then we'd both laugh, and say, "Except for ______________" He's in the low to mid nineties.

Friend I meet in the mirror. Please. Quit wasting my time. It's running out. Every day is paramount. Every hour is precious. Every moment is a holy gift. Get in the game. There is less time on the clock.

Please. You've wasted a lot of your life, already. I think we can both agree on that. So it's time wake up from the Sleep of Fools. It's time to live. Every improvement needs to be for the purpose of corporate investment. Like God once said to Joshua, "You're old. We can both agree on that. But there's a lot of work to do."

Just wanted to make sure you know.

thus spake,

me.