A year later, Elias sat on a bench in a park he helped design. The bench was made of recycled plastic—tough, weather-resistant, and useful. He felt a strange kinship with the slats beneath him.
Be remembered for wealth. Recycled Goal: Be remembered for time spent with those I love. (The "Legacy" was recycled into "Presence.") A year later, Elias sat on a bench
It wasn't easy. Breaking down a life is louder and messier than building one. He left the firm. He sold the glass house. People called it a mid-life crisis, but Elias knew better. He wasn't breaking down; he was refining. A year later
That night, he sat in his glass house and took out a red pen. He didn't erase his goals; he recycled them: he was refining. That night