Hey there, you dusty and beautiful incarnation of exploded star parts.
You wanna know a secret that isn't being shared publicly because it would put corporate honchos right outta biz-nitch?
Everything is already technologically and tangibly established in the material world for you to create the business of your wildest dreams.
*You know, your wildest wet dreams. Where you're neck deep in a pool of chocolate because you've decided you're gonna become the most prominent wannabe-Wonka of the ages, root canals be damned.*
*Spoiler alert: my "wet dreams" involve a lot of melted foods in place of moist sex. You should hear the one about "steak sauce".*
Problem is, most people tell themselves that it's "too much work," or "it wouldn't be successful," or, my personal favorite, "I'm not good enough," so instead of pursuing the thing that lights up their soul like a dry Christmas tree lit aflame in a spontaneous 4th of July act of "recycling meets festive natural fireworks," they push their visions of passionpreneurial majesty to their bucket-list back-burner where it'll surely dry out from neglect and turn the entire bucket-list kitchen into a smokey nightmare.
Hear me and hear me NOW, oh great wonder of the etheric beyond:
You are blessed to be born in this here and now era of innovative, technological, heretofore unfounded "equality" of space and time where anything and everything is the most possible it's ever been.
Want to create a cafe where your customers are head-butted by goats a plenty? Yes please, thank you, and can I get a free refill if said goats knock my coffee all over the place? ... No? ... That's fine, just take my money and keep 'em fur-babies coming.
Want to create a hookah bar on a boat decked out to look like a "magic carpet ride" while floating on a lake in the middle of the Rocky Mountains? As you wish, all star. And if you can toss a fondue range in there with options for cheese and oil, breads and meats, that'd be A+.
*Me thinks waivers and insurance policies would need to be sorted out right and proper for both of these ideas, but where there's a will, there's a shifty insurance agent capable of crafting your legal security in a way that surely covers all your butts and bases.*
So what stops people from living out their craziest ideas in this timeline we call "modern"?
Aside from money (because investors are everywhere, babe, so don't let money hold your wild-ass back), what really slaps the greatness out of most people's dreams is their own stinkin'-thinkin'.
Odds are, between your creative genius and your DING DING THAT'S A KEEPER strokes of imaginative business ideas, ain't no one else but YOU stopping YOU from unleashing YOU unto the world.
It's time you start bitch-slapping those negative thoughts right out of your way and, instead, start cultivating, nourishing, crafting, and launching the creative endeavors - be them storefront or digital, creative or pragmatic - that have been itching your nog-nog all these many long nights.
Whether you believe in the afterlife or not, whether you believe in multiple lifetimes or not, you are only in this body, this iteration of yourself, this existence, IN THIS ROUND OF IT, this one time. So why not live it in the most expressive way you possibly can WHILE ALSO making a sizable income from the living of it?
Even if we're in a simulation, playing this level over and over again as the same character, why not play this round like a true boss and glow all the way up and out like you own this gatdamn level?!
Start playing your life like you'd play a video game: raging against the machine, going in hot as hell, button mashing your heart out until you've exhausted your options and sent your character into re-spawn knowing you gave it your all, didn't hold back, and let Prince Goro really take it in the nuts, over and over again. (Mortal Kombat fans anyone? ... No ... Just me? ... Well now we're not friends.)
In other words, get out there and allow yourself to live your best, most true-to-you lifestyle, supernova, before the clock runs out and you realize you didn't do or learn nearly as much as you could've if you'd let yourself run wild like a miniature horse set loose on a Scottish hillside, no more aware of its' social obligations than a chicken knows what you do with its eggs that you keep stealing out from under it.
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