Expecting someone who broke your heart to be the same person who will fix it is like expecting a terrorist organization to clean up and organize disaster relief as well: the most nonsensical idea ever.
Hey, we read an interview where you claimed to basically be fearless. That’s a bold statement…
Well, right after I started meditating my wife who I was with at the time was reading a shitty magazine, and it had a questionnaire about fear. It was like, are you afraid of sharks? No, I went diving with Great White Sharks a year ago in South Africa. Are you afraid of death? No, it’s inevitable. Are you scared of flying? No. Are you scared of dying in a plane crash? And the list went on and on and on. And at the end, it said if the person that you’re interviewing answered no to all these questions, then they were a liar.
My wife thought it was the funniest thing in the world until we were in a near plane crash. We were flying to New York and the plane started going down. I thought that was it. The tail was over the nose. We were going straight down into the water. So the fucking plane is crashing and I have my wife squeezing my hand, screaming. I open my eyes for a minute and I look at all the stewardesses and people are holding onto their rosaries, people are praying, people are screaming, the fucking doors of the cockpit are slamming open and the pilots are freaking out. We all thought we were going to die. And I was totally fine with it. I just was like “Well, I talked to my dad yesterday and told him I loved him, and I’m with my wife”. All I felt was pity for the people that were so terrified on this plane. I came into the world screaming, I’m not going out screaming.