We Were On A Mission: A Final Lesson From The Madman

It’s been more than a month away; away from writing; and away from thinking, if I’m being honest.

The thing is I was on a mission. An unavoidable one. One I pursued for 36 years, even though I’m only 31. One I envisioned for the last year and a half after an epic night in Brazil, even though I was in Argentina. The number one mission of my life since I started dreaming about life.

But this was not just MY mission. It was everyone’s mission. Our “Man on The Moon” kind of mission.

And just like all the responsible people behind it, I did my part of the job. As if I were a key engineer from NASA. It was mandatory if we wanted the slightest chance of being successful.

So then, I set my computer with a countdown when we were 365 days away from November 20th. The same countdown later appeared in every local news portal. I was not a trendsetter; it was just another sign this was a collective mission.

If I was questioned about my mission (our mission), only positive answers would come back as a reply. If we were playing music in the office, only songs restricted to the popular quest would be allowed. Everything I did and WE did was part of something larger than us. Something we were building together. A selfless act as a supporting cast or even like those…