Reverse Engineering my Goals
The year is 2075. I’m on my deathbed. I’m surrounded by family and friends. My son and his two children, and several of their children. Along with my closest friends collaborators in my business, Breath of Life Art Studio. They are a diverse bunch. I took a lot of risks in hiring people based more on the shared value of propagating love than on raw talent. I’m about to breathe my last and I’m content. I feel like I accomplished just enough to have met my life’s goal: to make the world more loving with stories. I know I can’t quantify that. But I have evidence. The wall of my bedroom is covered with print-outs of letters from people who claim that their lives were changed for the better by the work my company has done. I’ve highlighted the ones where a person has claimed that they respect and love others more because of the stories that Breath of Life has created, the characters that inspired or challenged them. The metaphors they’ve drawn from the adventures and world of Ta