We’re building a watch that counts down your life, in order to make the world a better place!
IMAGINE SOMEONE TOLD YOU that you only had 1 year left to live. How would that change your life?
For all of us life comes with a best before date, and one day we'll find ourselves at the end of the line. Gee, you're thinking, this is really depressing!
BUT, WAIT, there's good news too!
While death is nonnegotiable, life isn't. The good news is that life is what you make of it – and it can be beautiful!
All we have to do is learn how to cherish the time and the life that we have been given, to honor it, suck the marrow from it, seize the day and follow our hearts. And the best way to do this is to realize that seconds, days and years are passing never to come again. And to make the right choices.
THAT'S WHY WE'VE CREATED Tikker, the death watch that counts down your life, just so you can make every second count.
Tikker is a wrist watch that counts down your life from years to seconds, and motivates you to make the right choices. Tikker will be there to remind you to make most of your life, and most importantly, to be happy.
REMEMBER, IT'S NOT REALLY about how much time you HAVE, it's what you DO with it. A week spent in love and happiness can be worth more than years spent in agony. Wearing a Tikker is a statement to the world that your biggest priority in life, is living.
I knew an old man in Reno, Carson Devlin, who had lost a business and almost all he had, on roulette. He carried a little spiral notebook around with him, writing numbers as they appeared on the wheel. He believed that certain numbers appeared more at certain times of the day, and in certain clubs. He made the rounds each day, going from club to club, at specific times, writing down the numbers as they appeared. He only bet when his checks came in the mail. He received a SS check, and one from a retirement fund that he had before he lost his company. He had made close friends, many years ago, that he would not talk about, but he always said that they were "from back East." I saw one of them once, we were having lunch at the Golden Hotel, and as he was opening mail, he showed me the check. It was a rather sizable check from a bank in the Cayman Islands. Never knew more than that.
He lived comfortably as far as I know. The point of bringing up Carson Devlin, I have heard him make this cocmment many times, "I wish I knew where I was going to die, I wouldn't go there." So he would not need a Tikker. I don't want one, would rather not think about it.
