Family Wisdom from the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari
By Robin Sharma
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An absorbing, insightful story from Robin Sharma, bestselling author and internationally-renowned life coach, which unfolds the secrets to living a loving, successful and fulfilled life.
Catherine, a top businesswoman with a young family, is the sister of Julian Mantle, the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari. After being involved in a life-threatening accident, Catherine realises that, regardless of how high she has risen in the business world – and of her achievements and accolades – her family is the most important thing in her life.
Through a series of conversations with her brother, Catherine learns how to reset the focus of her life onto her family – and how living with that culture engenders business success too.
Catherine’s story takes us on a journey towards being an individual who leads a meaningful life; a stable, reliable and a loving centre around which family and friends revolve. Through her eyes, you’ll learn:
- The importance of setting goals in life for ourselves and our children
- How to form bonds of trust with our loved ones
- The value of truly nourishing our relationships
- How to slow down in life and value our time
- How to live positively and truthfully every day
This is a charming and inspiring tale about the positive effect that one individual can have on the lives of everyone around them.
Robin Sharma
Robin Sharma, LL.B., LL.M., is one of the world's top experts on leadership and personal development, having helped millions of people to live their best lives. He is the author of 11 major international bestsellers, including The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari and The Greatness Guide. His work has been published in over 60 countries and in nearly 70 languages, making him one of the most widely read authors in the world.
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Family Wisdom from the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari - Robin Sharma
My Great Awakening
We are generally afraid to become that which we can glimpse in our most perfect moments.
Abraham Maslow
The saddest part of life lies not in the act of dying, but in failing to truly live while we are alive. Too many of us play small with our lives, never letting the fullness of our humanity see the light of day. I’ve learned that what really counts in life, in the end, is not how many toys we have collected or how much money we’ve accumulated, but how many of our talents we have liberated and used for a purpose that adds value to this world. What truly matter most are the lives we have touched and the legacy that we have left. Tolstoy put it so well when he wrote: We live for ourselves only when we live for others.
It took me forty years to discover this simple point of wisdom. Forty long years to discover that success cannot really be pursued. Success ensues and flows into your life as the unintended yet inevitable byproduct of a life spent enriching the lives of other people. When you shift your daily focus from a compulsion to survive towards a lifelong commitment to serve, your existence cannot help but explode into success.
I still can’t believe that I had to wait until the half-time
of my life to figure out that true fulfillment as a human being comes not from achieving those grand gestures that put us on the front pages of the newspapers and business magazines, but instead from those basic and incremental acts of decency that each one of us has the privilege to practice each and every day if we simply make the choice to do so. Mother Teresa, a great leader of human hearts if ever there was one, said it best: There are no great acts, only small acts done with great love.
I learned this the hard way in my life.
Until recently, I had been so busy striving, I had missed out on living. I was so busy chasing life’s big pleasures that I had missed out on the little ones, those microjoys that weave themselves in and out of our lives on a daily basis but often go unnoticed. My days were overscheduled, my mind was overworked and my spirit was underfed. To be honest with you, my life reflected outward success but was completely bankrupt in terms of inner significance.
I was of the old school that believed that happiness would arrive when I bought the right car, built the right house and was promoted to the right job. I judged the value of a human being not by the size of their heart and the strength of their character, but by the size of their wallet and the contents of their bank account. You might say that I was not a good person. I would argue that I simply had no idea about the true meaning of life or how to conduct myself as I lived it. Maybe it was the kind of people I associated with, but everyone I knew in the business world lived by this same philosophy. We all dedicated the best hours of our days to climbing the stairway of success that we dreamed would lead us into the coveted corner office, the opulent summer home in the Hamptons and perhaps that spectacular ski chalet in France. We all wanted to be famous, admired and honored. We all wanted to be filthy rich. And, most of all, we all wanted to be wanted.
And though I did entertain the idea of being a mother one day and raising a family in the future, the dreams of my quietest moments were more along the lines of appearing on the cover of Forbes or FORTUNE magazine with the headline under my sleek figure stating Catherine Cruz: the CEO Who Broke All the Rules and Still Won
than cheering on children at little league games. On the way to work, I used to repeat affirmations like Today will be the best day of my life
and I have the millionaire’s mind and the warrior’s heart.
I can just see you shaking your head right now, but I wanted success so badly back then I would have done anything for it. I would have said whatever people asked me to say, done whatever anyone told me to do and climbed over anyone who had the misfortune to get in my way. I’m not saying I’m proud of the person I was back then. I’m just telling you that that’s who I was. I was tough, ruthless, ambitious and driven—to a fault, closing down my emotional side in an effort to survive in the world I had made for myself.
My life was defined by my work and I felt I was destined to reach the pinnacle of success in business. On my office wall were these words of the great English poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow that I believed said it all:
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Sure, my pals from MBA school and I learned to pay lip service to all those honey-covered platitudes like people come first
and people don’t care how much you know until they know how much you care
that were served up all too frequently by well-heeled consultants and well-meaning business professors. But deep within each one of us, there lived only one desire: to serve ourselves and meet our own goals, hopes and dreams—no matter how many people we had to trample to do it. And so we sacrificed our very souls for the sake of professional success and the pursuit of big money. We gave everything we had to our work. And though I’m now embarrassed to admit it, in the early years it was fun. Really fun.
As the brightest student in my class, I had my pick of the best companies on the planet to work for. Having always been a bit of a rebel, I delighted in rejecting every one of their six-figure offers, much to the chagrin of my mother who thought I was out of my mind. Remembering the advice of one of my favorite professors in business school, himself a person who chose to walk the road less travelled (he preached: When searching for your ideal job, stop asking ‘Is this a company I’d like to work for?’ and start asking ‘Is this a company that I’d like to own?’
), I settled on a fast-track management position with a little-known financial services firm with massive growth potential. Never discount the power of stock options to attract even the most uninterested job candidate.
Every morning at precisely 5:15, my shiny black Mercedes—a signing bonus from my new employer—sped through the underground parkade of the seventy-story glass-and-metal office tower that I was to spend the next few years of my life within. With a fresh copy of The Wall Street Journal in one hand and my alligator skin attaché case in the other, I strode to the bank of elevators and then up to the sixty-second floor office. This was my real home.
Once there, I would check my messages, return all phone calls and then proceed to live out the next sixteen to eighteen hours in a state of high anxiety and near chaos. In short order I was promoted to divisional, and then senior, vice-president, all before I was thirty-five. I had the pleasure of flying around the world first-class, rubbing shoulders with the business elite, eating in the finest restaurants and doing deals that would make my contemporaries shudder with jealousy. I was eventually given a luxurious office, and I finally did buy that ski chalet, thanks to my stock options that, as I had hoped, soared through the stratosphere.
A few years ago, a few friends from business school and I started a web-based company we called BraveLife.com that provided corporations with a revolutionary new way to train and develop employees wishing to excel in these wildly competitive times. Though it was initially something we did just for fun, BraveLife.com became an instant hit, and within months, our unique enterprise was featured in just about every major business publication in the nation. With the pundits saying this venture was an ideal candidate for a public offering and venture capitalists hovering around us like vultures closing in for the kill, my partners and I knew we would soon be rich. It was all coming together, just as I had envisioned in so many of my quieter moments. I would be wealthy, celebrated and and beloved. I could afford all the material possessions I craved so deeply, and finally have the resources to live my life on my own terms. I was well on my way to the mountaintop and living the life I had always wanted. And yet, as I drew closer to my dreams, I stumbled upon a strange realization that took the wind out of my sails. No matter what I tried to do to deny it, I was a completely miserable human being.
I was seven years into a marriage that lacked any trace of passion or emotional connection. I met my husband, Jon Cruz, at a wilderness retreat the company I initially worked for had sent its high-performing executives to in order to refine our leadership skills. Jon was a struggling entrepreneur hoping to find some inspiration in the mountains, and we found ourselves on the same team, faced with the mission of scaling a challenging rock face in the middle of the night. He admired my fearlessness and tenacity, and I was immediately attracted to his gentleness and passion for life. We fell in love and, though it ran contrary to my cautious ways, we were married six weeks later.
Jon was a good man in a world where raw goodness and strength of character are no longer given the value they deserve. Our early years together saw lots of good times but, as the years progressed, our relationship started to fall apart through the process of neglect. He loved nature and the great outdoors, and I loved glitzy restaurants and high-brow fashion shows. He collected great books and enjoyed carving wood on the backyard patio, while I collected great wines and appreciated fine art. But I must tell you that it was not our differences that led to our less-than-ideal marriage. The real problem was that I was never home to be with my husband.
By the time I’d roll into the driveway at night, Jon would be asleep. And by the time he’d get up, my Mercedes would be winding its way to my office. Though we lived under one roof, it would be safe to say we lived separate lives. But it was far more than my relationship with Jon that was causing me to feel so empty and disheartened as a person. We had two young—and wonderful—children I knew were suffering as a result of my eternal absences. They did not say a word to me about all the time I spent at the office, but their eyes revealed the fulness of their disappointment and their deep need to have a richer connection with the woman they called Mom.
Porter, our son, was just turning six and Sarita, our daughter, was three. I knew that these early years were by far the most important in terms of the shaping and development of their characters. I knew this was the stage during which they needed to be surrounded by great, loving role models who lavished affection and wisdom upon their tender souls. I knew that I would regret the many hours I spent away from them but, for some inexplicable reason, I just could not tear myself away from my office and all the obligations my hyper-complex professional life carried with it.
Life is nothing more than a series of windows of opportunity strung together to form a whole,
my wise father used to tell me. I had the common sense and intelligence to appreciate that Porter and Sarita would only be young once, and that now was the time that they needed my presence. Once this window of opportunity closed, my chance to equip them with the values, virtues and vision to lead rich lives as they matured would be gone forever. And I knew I could never forgive myself for not being there for them when they needed me most. I guess I just didn’t have the courage to step back from my chaotic life and really reflect on my highest priorities, nor the wisdom to ensure that these priorities were reflected in the way I spent my days. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t bring myself to stop working at a blistering pace and restore balance in my life. I truly felt I could not live without the adrenaline rush and sense of significance my overflowing agenda gave to me. As much as I’d publicly profess that my family was what truly counted, the facts clearly revealed otherwise. All the evidence showed that Jon and the kids finished a distant second to my career and my desire to become rich.
The Best
Worst Experience of
My Life
If I had to live my life over again, I would relax more. I’d be sillier than I have been on this trip. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets. I would have more actual troubles and less imaginary ones. Oh I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else, just moments, one after another. And I’d pick more daisies.
Nadine Stair, age 89
Most people don’t really discover what life is all about until they come to die. Then, facing their mortality head on, they awaken to life’s deepest meanings and realize all that they have missed. Life can be cruel in that way. Its gifts all too often fail to appear until the very end. When we are young and have our whole lives ahead of us, we tend to put off living. Next year I’ll spend more time in nature or laugh more or love more. Next year I’ll spend more time with my kids and read the great works of literature. Next year I will watch more sunsets and build better friendships. But right now, I’ve got things to do and people to meet.
These are the standard refrains of the age we live in. Well, I’ve learned that if you don’t act on life, life has a habit of acting on you. And the days slip into weeks and the weeks into months and before you know it, your life will be over. The point of wisdom is clear: stop living your life by default and start living your life by design. Get back into the game and take action to create the richer reality you know deep within your heart you were destined to create. Today, begin to live your life the way you will wish you had lived when you lay on your deathbed. Or, to paraphrase Mark Twain, live out your life in such a way that even the undertaker cries at your funeral.
It’s a strange world we live in. We can send a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, yet we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbor. We spend more time watching television than we do connecting with our children. We say we want to change the world but are not willing to change ourselves. Then, as the sun sets on our lives and we allow ourselves some time for a little deep reflection, we catch a glimpse of the joys we could have experienced, the kindnesses we could have given, and the people we could have been. But by then, it’s too late. By the time most of us wake up to living, it’s time to lay down. Thankfully, my awakening came sooner.
I was headed to San Francisco to speak at a high-tech conference about the success of BraveLife.com. I had almost missed my flight due to a major snowstorm which had paralyzed most of the city and ground traffic to a halt. After finally boarding the plane, my two business partners and I had settled into our first-class seats with an exceptionally good glass of wine and a discussion about how we would handle the presentation we had been asked to make. We chatted for about thirty minutes and then, feeling exhausted after a full day at the office, I excused myself from the discussion and drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, I was awakened by the captain’s voice over the public address system. We are experiencing some really choppy weather up here, folks. And it looks like it’s going to get even rougher. Please ensure that your seatbelt is fastened snugly around your waist and place your tray table in the upright position,
came the familiar instruction. Though he tried his best to sound calm, the captain’s voice betrayed him, and I wondered if there was something far more serious he was dealing with. My heart began to pound as he continued to speak. It looks like all this inclement weather has created some real challenges for us up here on the flight deck. Again, please keep your seatbelts fastened, and I’ll keep you updated about this storm we are heading into as soon as we know more.
The next thing I knew, the cabin lights went out and the emergency lighting system came on. The plane started shaking violently and plates started falling to the floor. The turbulence, which had initially been bearable, soon became too much to take and made me sick to my stomach. I looked at the face of my partner Jack—he looked like a young Warren Beatty and had two young children at home, like myself. Normally a master of grace under pressure, he was clearly horrified by what was happening and started to hyperventilate. As he shakily grabbed my hand, he forced out eight words I will never forget: Catherine, I think we are going to crash.
It’s hard for me to describe to you how I felt during the next few minutes. I knew Jack was right but oddly, a strange sense of peace and acceptance came over me. Clutching his hand tightly, I closed my eyes. And I thought about my children. My heart sank as an image of Porter’s smiling face danced across the picture screen of my mind.