week 24
being an entrepreneur logically does not make sense in the beginning.
you are consciously choosing to run the opposite way 99% of the world is going…
defying everything you’ve ever been told…
to wander around in the dark, looking for batteries with a dead flashlight.
you look like a complete idiot.
and of course to them it looks that way.
but you know why you started.
you made a choice.
to commit — really commit — to building something meaningful.
which is bound to cause some friction.
because as you walk thru this path…
your schedule will change.
certain things / people you had time for in the past will take the backseat.
your priorities will change.
the things you focus on & pay attention to will become more precise.
and worst of all…
your mindset will change.
you’ll become less understood by everyone around you , because you possess such a foreign way of thinking.
even with your closest friends — you’ll be talking , having a great time…
but you’ll never be able to escape the fact that they just won’t understand.
the world has zapped the color out of their lives , restricting them to think small and “be realistic”…
and they’ve let it happen.
so naturally , when you try to speak up about your big dreams…
it comes off as a joke.
the response is laughter , instead of unquestionable support.
and you’re left no choice but to figure it out alone , with nothing but your own thoughts and a laptop.
kind of like what i’m doing now.
recently
the past few months i’ve been putting in more work and have been making the most progress skill-wise…
but somehow have felt the loneliest i’ve ever been.
and it’s so weird because i have a supportive family, an awesome girlfriend, and a few best friends that i’ve known pretty much my whole life.
but because they’re not on this path with me, i have no one who can truly relate to me or share my struggle.
because it’s just me in here.
so it’s tough.
i lost count of the times where i felt like quitting , wondering if any of this would work out.
but in a strange way, these feelings give me hope.
you know why?
because they’re proof that i’m at the part where most people give up.
where most people will say it's ‘too much’ , succumb to the pain of being an outcast , and hang up the jersey…
spending the rest of their lives distracting themselves from the fact that they could’ve been great.
which is fine — this path isn’t for everyone.
but if i persist?
if i’m willing to get kicked in the face every single day and wake up the next morning to go again?
i’m guaranteed to win.
and what lies on the other side of that is everything i’ve ever dreamed of.
every. single. thing.
making every lonely night…
every desperate cry out to God…
and every hour of pain…
completely and utterly worth it.
that’s the path i’m choosing to take.
quite frankly, i can’t see myself doing anything else.