That might be the best advice my grandfather ever gave me. He saw me as I was, as I am still: someone who is spinning in a dozen directions at once, endlessly distracted by different pursuits and passions. He had fewer interests but those he had, he delved deep into them. Work and study were meditative for him. The goal was to complete something, then start another.
We are not our forefathers. But it’s nice to see ourselves growing into parts of them, especially the parts we miss the most.