Learning with a friend's death (or as Scott Dinsmore Changed My Life)
I can not remember Cope when I met Scott Dinsmore but, like so many modern friendships, I know where: the Internet. Scott ran your Legend Live, a Web site about your passion to find and doing the work that you love. Scott wanted to do the people what it was that a fire lit in her belly. Over the years we became friends and joined our common love of travel, entrepreneurship, helping others, an online business running, and Taylor Swift.
Eight months ago, Scott and his wife Chelsea sells everything hung backpacks over their shoulders, and the way to travel the world. They traveled through Europe, South America and explored were just starting to explore Africa.
Unfortunately, in the past month, Scott in a tragic accident died while climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro. He was 33 years old.
was waking up to the news like a punch in the stomach. I could not believe it. What do you mean, he died? No way. Thirty-three-year-olds do not die. It just does not seem possible. Especially Scott, who had this athletic superhero of a man! I read and read the e-mail to let me know. I called my friends. I howled. I called my parents. I thought it would be like the movies - "You had us so worried" the doctors would be wrong, he would jerk to life again, and we would all say
But life as the films do not, and the message was true. Scott does not come back, and the world an uplifting and strengthen the voice has lost. He was one of the outgoing, happy, helpful and amazing guys I knew.
There is not a day that I have not tried to make sense of this situation. I've never lost someone so close to me, and it seems so strange and surreal that I was not always to see him again or talk.
Scott was always happy, talkative and energetic. If you asked him how he was doing, he would almost always say a 9 or 10. He had the unique ability to feel excited about even the most mundane things, people. Although he sports watch, he was not the type of person who would get dressed and a super fan are just for you! The last time I saw him, we ate breakfast in San Francisco. He left this morning to go out of town and, although he had a lot to do, he made time to eat with me. The defined Scott for me - he has other before ever.
His death threw me for a loop. In Scotts last blog, he talked about his fight working with his desire to balance the network. According to him, "I decided, almost not of this Tanzania reserve travel, because I do not think I could (or should) off step. How ridiculous is that? To pass an adventure up I have for years about spoken - because I had convinced myself I could not separate or truthful, because I could not find the courage to do it "
the post hit home...
In the last few months I have felt uncomfortable about the direction of my life. I'm not unhappy, but I feel like a ship tossed about by huge waves. I have no direction. to follow no course. In recent years become a battle of different objectives have been. I try to live too many lives: travelers, entrepreneurs, New York, Austinite.
It does not work. I can not juggle it all.
My friend Allen in Amsterdam told me last week he had never seen me stressed this. "They are much more relaxed generally," he said. He's right - I am very tightly wrapped in these days.
is so focused on the behind the scenes of this site in an attempt has so much to juggle burned me. I work every day (and, to be fair, I love what I do), but the human brain needs a break. It must recharge. I can not tell you the last time I travel not of conferences were bookended, lectures or meetings you.
And as Scott, I'm worried that separation will cause people to turn away and think I have to leave this Site. I found this web page the only thing that can be in my life. I can not take a step back - what if something happens? What if someone needs me?
I have lost very felt in this year and the old way of traveling I miss doing, where I was able to move and walk slowly relax when I wanted. I can not remember the last time, I only grazed without time limit. Heck, I put barely a dent in my list of things to do before I'm 35, since I wrote it 2 years ago.
to put Scott's death much in perspective. If I do not make a change, when will I? It is never the perfect moment. Something will always come and get in the way. Scott realized that always involves an unrealistic expectation created both for himself and his community. He said: "We should be always connected", but in reality we should not. is always connected is not healthy or productive. We need to write and interact with people in real life.
And I should do the same. The world will not end if I do not send my Facebook page a tweet or update.
If Scott were here, he would tell me to stop, to slow down and take action.
So I decided it's time to pack my backpack, my friends goodbye, and take the trips that I have set out. I want to travel, as I used it - with nothing but the road before me. No plans, no flights home, no time limit.
On November 3, I fly to Hong Kong before going to Bangkok. From there I plan to drive in northern Thailand and Laos before flying on New Year's Eve to the Philippines. Maybe. I'm not sure. I have two months before I need to get back in NYC (there are only a few personal things I avoid can not) be.
Thereafter, it is down for four months in South America. I'll fly in Argentina and travel as far north as I can get. I have to May, when I have to return home for a friend's wedding.
It's time I stop to do so that I can be a nomad and someone who is settled down. I either live somewhere or I do not know. The two years I spent trying to juggle both did not work and it's time to tell the truth: I'm not ready to settle down. The street is where I belong.
I will miss Scott - his attitude, intelligence, personality and friendship. He was an amazing soul, and his death convinced me that our time on this planet is too short and never certain.
Last week I flew out for his service to San Francisco. One of the things was often discussed, like to wear on Scotts heritage. His wife Chelsea gave a nice speech about how, even though Scott may be gone, his legacy and the work will continue in each of us and that the best way would be to honor his life to continue living our legends, the nature and way Scott would have done.
Wherever Scott is, he has to live his dreams, and I know he would push me to live my, me that morning to say there is no time, something I start to do today.
Scott ended his last blog post with the video "Look Up" about how we should get our phones and the world to embrace us. I want to end this post with two videos.
First Scotts TED talk of creating a life you love. Let it inspire you the way it is more than 2 million viewers inspired:
Second, the song My Wish Rascal Flatts. It was played at Scotts service and was one of his favorites:
Scott, we miss you every day. See you on the other side.
- Matt
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