Just finished reading Neal Gabler’s exhaustive biography, Walt Disney. What a man.
He spent his entire life dissatisfied. The animations were never good enough. The parks never had enough rides. His legacy wasn’t big enough.
This from a man who legitimized an art form, then immediately created several classics within that form. Then he revolutionized the amusement park, applying standards of cleanliness and excellence that have changed the general standard.
And yet, a nurse wrote to his family, “I took care of Walt in his final days, and just want you to know that the poor man was so fearful.”
Is contentment really so far out of reach?