My friend died, and all he left me was sad and motivated.

We only met a few years back. He wasn't into real estate anymore by then. He drove a limo and liked taking selfies with celebrities and politicians. Grey and bald, usually wearing a fairly nice black suit and tie even when he wasn't working. He got out of real estate to spend more time with his kids and have some time to play guitar.

By the time I met him he was enjoying the fun parts of his job but missed the challenge and the money. Even though he'd been a fairly successful investor and still owned a few rentals he just couldn't bring himself to jump back in. Real estate isn't easy. It isn't part time. And it isn't something you can be passionate about partially.

He recently quit driving the limo and got a gig with a developer in the construction department. His idea of putting a toe back in the water, with full benefits. He seemed to really be on the path again. And if you've ever gone all the way in real estate you know that feeling, the addiction, the excitement of getting back to something that once consumed you in the best possible way.

Last Friday he passed. I wasn't just a little shocked. He had just seemed to get life by the horns again. More than happy. Joyful. Excited. Ready to really rock and roll.

Now he's gone and I'm left thinking about all the time I waste on things that don't matter. How much of what I do is just going through the motions. Killing time. Doing what I think I'm supposed to do instead of what I actually need to do.

Its sad when people go. But in tribute to my friend I'm going to think of everything he didn't get to do every time I put off what I need to get to.

And take a ride in a limo.