You wanna know a secret that isn't being shared publicly because it would put corporate honchos right outta biz-nitch?
Everything is technologically and tangibly organized in this lifetime for you to create the business of your wildest dreams.
*You know...those 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.*
The problem isn't accessibility.
It's that most people tell themselves 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 shrivel up from neglect and turn the entire bucket-list kitchen into a smelly nightmare.
Want to create a yoga studio where your clients get head-butted by goats while they try oh so hard to maintain composure?
How much is it, where do I sign up, thank you for having me, and can I get a free class if a goat knocks out my front teeth?
...No?
...That's fine, just take my money and keep 'em goaties 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?
Do it. I'll be there. And if you can toss a fondue range in there with options for cheese and oil, breads and meats, that'd be A+.
...No?
...That's f*cking fine, I still want a Rocky Mountain magic carpet ride on a boat with a hookah, cheese fondu be damned!
Where there's a will, or even an inkling of something uniquely both delicious and disastrous for your audience to consume, 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 daggon mindset.
Odds are, between your creative genius and your DING DING THAT'S A KEEPER strokes of business ingenuity, ain't no one else but YOU stopping YOU from unleashing YOU unto the world.
If you're reading this, then you're clearly interested in doing anything else with your life other than grinding out more years of service to a 9-to-5.
But that future comes down to you.
Are you ready to start slapping those negative thoughts out of your way and start cultivating, nourishing, crafting, and launching the creative endeavors - be them storefront or digital, creative or pragmatic - that've been itching your noggin 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, for this one time (maybe...I don't know...my point remains: don't waste this lifetime on mediocrity).
So why not live it in the most expressive way possible WHILE ALSO making a sizable income?
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 whole gatdamn game?!
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.
In other words, get out there and allow yourself to live your best, most true-to-you life before the clock runs out and you realize you didn't do nearly as much as you could've if you'd just let yourself run wild like a miniature horse set loose on a Scottish hillside, no more aware of its' social obligations than a chicken cares what you do with the eggs that you keep stealing out from under it.
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