103 years old…

I’m not sure how I came up with that number, but that is my target. If generationally things hold, that means my boys would be in their 70s, grandkids 40’s, and great-grandkids preteens… I dream of the day that I can be surrounded by the legacy I have created. I envision Lisa still by my side, nagging me to keep me young… LOL.

A few months back, I was invited to a mastermind, the main topic was real estate investing. But they had a panel about legacy, and what is it really you are leaving behind. The consensus was that money had very little to do with it. It came down to teaching the next generation and helping them leapfrog over your accomplishments by helping them bypass or learn from your mistakes.

For a very long time, I have always said “when I die, I don’t want a simple headstone… I want a mausoleum that you can walk in, sit down and talk to me.” I want a place where generations can come and pay homage to me and the generations that follow me to what has been given to them.” It seems kind of egotistical, but this is how I have felt most of my life after I was introduced to death. I can visualize it so clearly. The legacy to remember me by.

During the mastermind discussion about legacy, something came over me. I can’t really verbalize it… but the wisdom gained from one generation to the next can be altered changed or even lost if not properly stored and curated…

So, some concrete structure doesn’t mean anything… what does it prove?

What if I document my struggles and failures? My successes? What if I can organize these into book form? What if I produce just one book, how long would it have to be? So, what if I produce multiple books? Yearly? Quarterly?

But…

… I’m not a good writer, I hated English class!

… Who is going to read these books?

… Who still reads paper books?

… My life is boring!

… I don’t have anything to say!

… I have better things to do with my time!

Then I realized if I’m documenting my life today… will I see a different version of me next quarter, next year? What about when I turn 103?

What about my kids, grandkids, great-grandkids…? Can they read a book and find out that they are having similar struggles, similar experiences and similar successes?

Can they read the books back to me to give me energy, and hope to live another day?

So instead of a mausoleum, can I create a body of work by documenting my daily struggles towards my transformation in Mind / Body / Relationships / Business?

Life is not easy, and I don’t think it should be. If I plan on living until 103, I’m going to have many peaks and valleys in all aspects of my life… but being able to recognize when the thoughts and actions are not aligned with whom I am striving to become and course-correcting will be the key to my longevity.

Live the life today you want to be known for in future generations!

103 years old… I’m not sure how I came up with that number, but that is my target. If generationally things hold, that…

Posted by Mark Borst on Friday, September 27, 2019

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