Come closer, grandchild. Thanks for visiting me one last time before I die. I’ve lived a great life. I climbed Mt. Everest, founded a Fortune 500 company, and had six amazing children. But there’s one mistake that haunts me: not spending more of my life creating, entering, and re-entering passwords.
I’m ashamed to admit that for decades, I coasted by with a couple of passwords scribbled on a Post-it next to my laptop. That is, until websites started requiring passwords just to check the weather or read the news. Suddenly, I needed a login for everything. That’s when I realized: Nothing makes you feel more alive than registering for an account, making a password, instantly forgetting it, and repeating the whole process for every transaction. You haven’t really lived until you’ve reset a password four times just to peruse a forum on bathtub grout.



