D4
D4
A noose would
be too ancient.And a knife blade to the wrist would be too
silent. So, the question became, How could a onceglorious
life be ended swiftly and precisely, with minimum mess yet
maximum impact? Only a year ago, circumstances had been dramatically
more hopeful. The entrepreneur had been widely celebrated as
a titan of her industry, a leader of society and a
philanthropist. She was in her late thirties, steering the
technology company she founded in her dorm room in college
to ever-increasing levels of marketplace dominance while producing
products that her customers revered. Yet now she was being
blindsided, facing a mean-spirited and jealousyfueled coup that would
significantly dilute her ownership stake in the business she’d
invested most of her life building, forcing her to find
a new job. The cruelty of this remarkable turn of events
was proving to be unbearable for the entrepreneur. Beneath her
regularly icy exteriorbeat a caring, compassionate and deeply loving
heart. She felt life itself had betrayed her. And that she
deserved so much better. She considered swallowing a gigantic
bottle of sleeping pills. The dangerous deedwould be cleaner this
way. Just take them all and get the job done fast, she
thought. I need to escape this pain. Then, she spotted something
on the stylish oak dresser in her all-white bedroom—a ticket to
a personal optimization conference that her mother had given
her. The entrepreneur usually laughedat people who attended such
events, calling them “brokenwinged” and saying they were seeking the
answers of a pseudo guru when everything they needed to
live a prolific and successful life was already within them. Maybe it
was time to rethink her opinion. She couldn’t see many
options. Either she’d go to the seminar—and experience some
breakthrough that would save her life. Or she’d find her peace.
Via a quick death