Live Every Moment Like It Was Your Last
It’s the home stretch.
Four days until we welcome 90 men from all over the world to San Diego for a weekend that they’ll never forget.
I’ve been thinking about death constantly.
It’s probably because I’ve experienced so many small deaths over the past six months.
I’ve eliminated everything out of my life that doesn’t serve me. Friends, limiting beliefs, mindsets, old ways of being, ideas of what’s possible in this world.
Purge, purge, purge. Shed, shed, shed. Die, die, die.
I shot this video on Saturday when I was really sitting with the idea of death. It’s the video I would shoot if it was my last day on this planet. It’s 14 minutes long, but you should definitely watch it.
I’ve been sitting with this idea of death ever since my mom passed away. Ever since I got that phone call that would change my life forever.
And ever since that moment I’ve added this line of code to my operating system…
Live every moment like it was your last.
Here’s what happens when you live like that.
Every meal becomes your “last meal.” Every bite of food sends waves of pleasure through your body. Which makes you naturally eat “healthier” since your body enjoys eating real food instead of a box full of chemicals.
Every kiss feels like the first kiss and the last kiss at the same time. Constant fireworks.
Every time you step outside feels like stepping out of prison after a twenty year sentence. The sun warms your face and the fresh air fills your body with energy.
People start giving you compliments on how present you are. On how connected they feel to you after just one or two meetings. But it’s just because you’re actually in the room instead of inside your head.
You memory improves as you actually start showing up to the events in your life.
Other men become brothers instead of competitors. The idea of “winning at life” shifts from having the most stuff to leaving your imprint on as many people as possible. You give your gifts unapologetically without the need for reciprocity.
Everything is a source of inspiration. Art moves you in a way that you didn’t know was possible. You cry watching commercials. Watching live music or dance is never the same again.
Sex is otherworldly. You give her every ounce of your being every time you make love. You merge so deeply that time stops.
You start to develop bulletproof confidence. Who fucking cares if someone rejects you? You’re going to die. You ask the world for what you want with no attachment to the outcome. And the world regularly says yes.
You accept nothing but the absolute best as you realize that this life isn’t a dress rehearsal. You accept the best from your friends, from your clients, from your business partners. If they aren’t willing to operate at the highest levels of partnership, then there are people who gladly will. And one day you wake up and find yourself surrounded by A-players and lying next to a partner who totally meets you physically, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, and sexually.
You play all the time. You see the world through the eyes of a child. You climb trees, roll around in the grass, and do whatever brings you joy without a care of how you look while you’re doing it.
Things don’t bother you like they once did. It’s almost a joke how triggered you used to get by the silliest things.
You start to realize that most of what you were striving for doesn’t matter one bit.
You don’t feel guilt when you take a nap or when you blow off half your day to take a walk with a friend.
You become kinder as you realize that everyone was born with the same death sentence as you.
You realize you are not your khakis. Hell, you don’t even own khakis anymore.
Oh yeah. Did I mention the sex?
Ultimately, it’s your choice.
You can show up to your life or you can let it pass you by.
You can accept nothing but the best or you can continue to settle.
You can have it all or you can hate the men who do.
You can light up the room or you can bring it down when you walk in.
You can enjoy your life or you can regret it.
You can be anything you want to be. And I don’t mean this in the middle school counselor pep talk or motivational Instagram kind of way.
You can really be anything you want to be! Anything!
So the choice is yours.
1. Watch this video.
2. Step fully into your life.
3. And if you want some support while you do that, come to The Conference For Men this weekend.
If not, just remember, this life isn’t a dress rehearsal.
How do you want to be remembered?
PS – Yes, we opened up ticket sales for another 24 hours. Three men emailed us and said they forgot to buy their tickets. The absolute cutoff date is Tuesday at 9am PST. We’ve got work to do.