How To Play Until You Die

Do this tomorrow morning. I did it.

Wake up, leave your shoes inside, and walk through the grass barefoot. You will feel a rush inside. Smile.

Then come back inside. And keep playing. Throughout the day. Like a child.

Try to: laugh, stare at the sky, dance to music, shoot basketballs, make funny faces, talk in weird voices.

Then go to sleep.

And wake up, and do it again.

Some days you’ll feel like there is no time to play. I got BILLS to pay and TO-DO LISTS to complete! But take a deep breath—breathe in the toxins of stress, worry and anxiety. Then exhale and release them. Let them live in the world without you. Even if it’s only for a moment.

And remind yourself: there is always time for play, hidden beneath every moment of life—most of the time you don’t even know it’s there.

It comes dressed as work, or chores, or a business meeting.

Doesn’t matter. Turn it all into play.

Crack a joke. Sing a song. Hum a tune. That’s all it takes.


  1. You’ll reach your BIG dreams FASTER (I’ll explain why in just a bit)
  2. You get out of your head.
  3. Every moment becomes an adventure waiting to happen.
  4. You enjoy life.
  5. Your brain releases good chemicals.
  6. You feel happier.
  7. You feel lighter.
  8. You operate from your CORE.

I had one of those fancy business meetings sometime ago.

I was nervous. It was me vs. a high-level CEO.

I wanted his business. Scratch that. I needed his business.

His company interviewed 30+ service providers. They were all better than me. In every way.

Bigger. Faster. More capable. Smarter.

And I knew it.

“Oh well… I’ll just attend this pitch meeting for the experience,” I told myself.

My phone rang. I swallowed my nerves and answered.


A tired, worn out voice greeted me.

“Say… let’s make this quick. We already have our top candidates chosen, this is more so just a courtesy call.”


Not the start I was hoping for—but oh well. I continued.

He asked the typical questions. I answered.

Then in between the normal day-to-day drudgery, I stopped following the usual script. It just happened. And I started to play instead.

What did I have to lose? Nothing.

A five minute courtesy rejection call turned into a 47 minute, shooting the shit call. Instead of answering his questions, I flipped the script and asked him questions of my own (I just wanted to learn from him).

In between, I cracked jokes. Lots of them.

Not because I had ulterior motives.

I was just being myself.

He laughed. And laughed. Then laughed some more.

Then his phone went off. And sucked him out of the world full of play we had built. It was somebody from Google or Apple or Intel on the other line. I don’t know.

“Gee… I gotta take this.”

“Alright! See ya!”

He hung up.

I guess that went well.

I shrugged and opened my Google Calendar and resumed my 10-hour day full of play.

Turns out, I was wrong. It didn’t go well. It went great.

Fast forward four or five more calls of play and I landed the biggest contract to date. Beating out businesses that were BIGGER, BETTER, AND BADDER than me.

And it wasn’t because I was smarter or more knowledgeable.

It was because people want what they cannot have.

Most of the world sells knowledge, expertise, and smarts.

But everybody has that. It’s a commodity. Boring.

Nobody sells play.

Because no adult has it.

Only children do.

But I keep it with me daily and when I lace it with a strong track record of results, killer work ethic, and expertise—the world comes running to my front door. And they kick it down.

Every time.

Because once you take one hit, you are reminded of your childhood days, the days when worries didn’t exist, stress wasn’t in your vocabulary (let alone in your life), and the only responsibility you had was figuring out which cartoons you wanted to watch.

The good old days! When dreams still seemed possible. I try to give em back a dose of this old way of life.

And they love it.

Because once they grew up, somebody convinced them to give up play. They called it immature. And told them to pick up work instead.

They did.

But I never picked up work. I stayed immature. And I left work in the drawer with my ripped socks.

Sure, I put in the 10 to 12 hour days.

But I don’t work. Nor do I call it that.

Because work never builds wealth. It only pays the bills. It only stresses you out. It only keeps you down and out, full of misery.

Only play makes you rich.

Only play makes you happy.

Only play makes you successful.

Play is all I do.

At the end of John D. Rockefeller’s life, he said something that always stuck with me.

“I was early taught to work as well as play. My life has been one long, happy holiday; full of work and full of play—I dropped the worry on the way and God was good to me every day.”

I love that quote.

Because in my mind, there is really no difference between work and play. From the time I wake up to the time my head hits the pillow, play is all there is.

From the time I took my first breath to the time I take my last, play is all there ever will be.

This much I know.

But the only question is…

Will I experience it?

Or will I be like them and let the stress, worry and chaos of daily life suck it out of me?

I don’t know. But here’s my personal motto:


I’ve believed it since a young teen.


Cause stress and worry NEVER made me $$$. It just made me dull.

Play brings me:

Zero stress.

Zero anxiety.

Zero struggle.

And a boatload of $$$s.

So I’m just trying to play my way to the top of the world.

I hope you join me.

And crack a joke or two along the way.

Tej Dosa
11:35 am
Vancouver, BC

P.S. Somebody will say, “when you have a bank account with money, it’s easy to play. Try to play when you’re dead broke and your life is in shambles.”

I understand. But here’s what I say to them.

I did try it. And that’s what deposited the money in the bank account in the first place.

  • Carl Phillips

    Thanks, Tej, I think I will try this approach. Can’t hurt, may even lighten the load!