I’ve decided to stop chasing the money. I can’t remember when it happened, but it seems to me that for the past few years, all I’ve been thinking about is how to make more money.
Get a better paying job?
Start my own business?
Work on the side as a freelancer?
I’ve been going to bed every night with money on mind. I’ve come up with several great ideas for a new startup. I’ve solved world hunger, streamlined communication and found the solution to the Middle East’s seemingly never-ending turmoil. All in my head. Because when push comes to shove, I haven’t been able or willing to do what it takes to turn my ideas into reality. And every night, I hold myself accountable for my failures. What kind of example am I setting for my kids? Am I doomed to be the “idea guy” who never sees his plans come true?
I went for a bike (bicycle) ride this past weekend. It felt great, as always. But this ride in particular was different. While cycling around the Meydan track, I found myself thinking, once again, about my next brilliant startup idea. I found one. It was awesome. I thought of the business plan. It was solid. I thought about the workload. Manageable. But I also realized that I wouldn’t want to work on that idea, every day and night, for years to come.
That’s when I kicked myself in the ass, when I realized that I had been running around my cage like a frantic hamster, expending all of my energy without every going anywhere.
And you know what? Fuck it. I’m done chasing the money.
There are a few things in life I truly enjoy doing. I’ll be focusing all of my energy on them instead.
I guess this is the end of my little rant. I’ll sign off for now by saying that I will be doing a lot more of 3 things moving forward: I will be cycling more. I will be writing. And I will be taking pictures.
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