Money is a curious thing. When you go after money like a goal, it punishes you. Piles of crap later, you inevitably feel like you’ll never have enough. Like you’ll never be enough.
This is not a political post. Or a revolutionary one. Or a socialist one. Or a whatever. It’s just facts. Every year, the Forbes 400 of billionaires gets wealthier.
Yes steals years of your life. You never get them back.
While you spent all of high school trying to be Tumblr famous, David Karp spent all of high school creating Tumblr.
Without capital, without money to fund your brilliant idea, you’re just another dreamer.
I don’t believe 99% of the advice about entrepreneurship. Because that advice is what gets you out of your heart and into your head. It makes you lost. Because you try to sell out. You try to win. You try to get rich. And you stop giving.
And you can’t feel selfish putting your own happiness first. Especially when there are various factors moving all around you that you can’t control, you need to remember that you can be in control of your own life, and that means putting your well-being first.
A teacher once caught me reading. At the end of her class, she asked to see me at the teachers’ room. She said to me, “These novels will get you nowhere, but my lesson will turn you into a successful woman in the future. I looked the other way because failure is a choice, and apparently that is what you’ve chosen.”
I know a thing or two about financial disasters. This is so far from a financial disaster it’s almost ludicrous when I looked at the headlines this morning.
I joined the Marine Corps less than six months after I turned eighteen, so adulthood remained a mythical land – full of freedom and good fortune.