I recently bought a new car (Honda Civic) and had to get a spare key made. I went up the street to a small key shop on the corner, probably no more than 32 square feet. There, I was met by an old, round man made my key. He seemed so grumpy. However, a funny thing happened when he was done. We started talking. We talked about the economy, banks, car companies, his business, my aspirations. Before we knew it, we had been talking for 45 minutes. What did I take away from this random gem of an encounter?
Art: How old are you?
Me: 26
Art: That’s a good age, I’m 50. Be careful, it’ll be 5 minutes before you’re my age. Go after your dreams. What is your ultimate dream? That is the forest. All these other little ideas, they are the weeds. If you take too much time worrying about them, you’ll wake up, be 50 and still not at the forest.
Thanks Art.
