In my mind, I've always checked out in 2037; that's always been my expiration date. I'll be 75.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Everyone has their dates. For me, it's 1991. I can place every memory of my life either before or after this date. It's the year I became an adult. My mother died, and I created my company shortly thereafter. I definitely would not have done it if she hadn't passed away.
When I turned 59, I looked at that as the first day of my 60th year, so I've been 60 for the last 365 days, in my opinion. So I've been thinking all this year, I'm 60 - this is the time when I need to get some stuff done.
I basically sat down for a month, with all the Sun stuff I could find and just picked out my favorites. I didn't think that they were indicative of '54 to '57, although I tried to stay within that period.
I'm approaching 70. Unfortunately, from the wrong direction.
I always wanted to live to about 70. I thought that'd be a good age.
Age is just a number, and your talent will never fail you. It has no expiry date.
We were never supposed to live until 40. We were built to self-destruct at 30, whether from cancer or mental illness. We're all going way beyond our expiration date.
One of the things I noticed is that people really change when they realize their expiration date is coming, and they know what it is. Most of us don't: we just hope we can live as long as we can and do as much good as we can.
My retirement date, every time you ask me that, I'm going to say five years. I don't want to retire.
I wrote this book, '2030,' and I was careful in the book not to overdo the future because I don't think it comes that fast.
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