Robert Stacy McCain has already indicated that he intends to advise his six kids that they should never, ever write a manifesto.
And nobody’s manifesto ever needs to be longer than this:
My parents didn’t raise me to believe I was helpless, and certainly I would never want my children to believe their lives are a random accident. Our lives have meaning and purpose. The choices we make — our actions as individuals — have consequences for our own lives and for the lives of others. Having lived quite carelessly in my youth, I consider my rather miraculous survival must have served a purpose, if only to equip me to warn young people against careless living.
And this, essentially, is the bottom line:
Winners find a way to win, whatever the challenges may be.
Enduring hardship, overcoming obstacles, the survivor survives, and every day of survival is a victory unto itself. Today I have survived 56 years, and have already lived to see two grandsons born. My children are miracles, not accidents, and today when my daughter Reagan was leaving for school I told her, “Be excellent all day long.”
Don’t just be good. Be excellent. Excellence is expected.
Today is a very happy birthday. Hit the freaking tip jar.
With 62 coming up (next month!) and six grandchildren already out and about, I nod in agreement.