“You cannot sell your Ferrari until you realize it was never driving you. You were driving it into a wall.”
He wasn’t dead. He was sitting at the feet of yogis in a village called Sivana (a fictional haven of wisdom). He learned that he had been living backwards: chasing applause instead of peace, accumulating things instead of moments. el monje que vendio su ferrari ppt
Visual: An empty road leading to a mountain. “You cannot sell your Ferrari until you realize