When I was five, everyone called me "Zac."
He was the protagonist of a book mum would read to me at night, a boy
who battled imaginary dragons to save his town. Inspired, I would run around in
a cape terrorising the neighbourhood. Once I lugged our cat “Sootie” up a tree so that I could
subsequently rescue him. Instead, dad had to salvage both of us with a ladder –
one sobbing, the other shrieking.
I am petrified of losing the passion for exploration that I thrived on
as a kid. They
say a baby smiles over 400 times a day, an adult merely 17 times. An army of suits has replaced my cape, back surgery has substituted cartoon
Band-Aids, and I can't remember for the life of me the last time I built a
Today, I answer to Tom, but more than ever before I aspire to live my
life with the zeal of Zac. My promise is to never cease to treat life for what
it is, an adventure. To discover new ideas. To imagine great things. To be an
entrepreneur, write a book, start a blog, paint and climb a really big
mountain. To slay, as it were, imaginary dragons.