Good ideas don’t reÂquire proÂper planÂning or scheÂdule; nor do they beÂneÂfit from exÂhausÂtingly long meeÂtings and conÂverÂsaÂtiÂons with maÂnageÂment. They emerge from exÂpeÂriÂments, from playÂing around with things that you care about, things to which you have an emoÂtioÂnal atÂtachÂment. And quite ofÂten they need a creaÂtive chaoÂtic enÂviÂronÂment to flouÂrish and grow.
HoÂweÂver, the path from an idea to a tanÂgiÂble proÂduct is full of failÂures, and it’s those ineÂviÂtaÂble, soÂmeÂtiÂmes deÂvasÂtaÂting failÂures that make you stronÂger and keep you goÂing, and eventually—if you don’t give in easily—drive you in the right diÂrecÂtion, just to fiÂnally pave the boardÂwalk to soÂmeÂthing that might turn out to be chanÂging and deÂfiÂning your fuÂture.
Of course we all should beÂneÂfit from the knowÂledge of others—people who trust themÂselÂves to acÂtually folÂlow thÂrough their weird, unÂreaÂliÂstic, and soÂmeÂtiÂmes stubÂborn, naive ideas. But we should be able to learn and grow from our own mistaÂkes, too. If you are wilÂling to exÂpeÂriÂment and taÂckle failÂures along the way, you have to be able to make your own mistaÂkes. And that meÂans maÂking an efÂfort to beat the odds—no matÂter how dooÂmed that shiny new idea might inÂitiÂally look.
In fact, usually that inÂitial creaÂtive spark sounds just so riÂdiÂcuÂlous, unÂreÂasonable and imÂproÂbaÂble at first, and ofÂten even worse afÂter the first criÂtiÂcal reÂview. But soÂmeÂtiÂmes it doesÂn’t matÂter. Yes, it just doesÂn’t matÂter. PerÂhaps it’s your time to sucÂceed where others faiÂled, and risk your perÂsoÂnal time to gain strength, exÂpeÂriÂence and wisÂdom that others gaiÂned beÂfore you. PerÂhaps you are dooÂmed to fail, but you might build soÂmeÂthing in the end that will lead you to sucÂcess in the fuÂture as you comÂbine that idea with the inÂspiÂraÂtion you’ll find in your celÂlar yeÂars from now.
HapÂpiÂness is a ploy. Just a carÂrot on a stick.., soÂmeÂtiÂmes. Maybe more than others. Maybe hapÂpiÂness is just far away. Like looÂking on a map, and finÂding how long it taÂkes to get there. WonÂdeÂring how much time you should take off. That’s reÂally how I’d look at it. Like if I drive fasÂter, I could get to the hapÂpiÂness I’ve been looÂking for all my life sooÂner.
Maybe just reÂally loÂnely. Maybe I just want to be alone. Maybe loÂneliÂness is the only way to make that hapÂpen. Like haÂving two pairs of eyes and just seeÂing the same thing. Seems like such a late hour. NotÂhing seems, or feels new anyÂmore. I’d live again, to feel that way once more.
LoÂneliÂness for miÂles. Down every turn. A dusty road to nowhere. In everÂyÂthing that is giÂven. LoÂneliÂness seems to make it’s way back into our life’s. Deeper into our heÂarts. I’ll never know the meaÂning of it. The why. ExÂhausÂted and much too old to chase it’s ever preÂsent here and now.
It’s hard to stress how thrilÂled we are with the reÂsults of our new maÂgaÂzine! Since the launch, cusÂtoÂmers, afÂfiÂliaÂtes, and inÂvesÂtors conÂtiÂnue to go out of their way to send their comÂpliÂments, and that is great news for all of us.
HoÂweÂver, the path from an idea to a tanÂgiÂble proÂduct is full of failÂures, and it’s those ineÂviÂtaÂble, soÂmeÂtiÂmes deÂvasÂtaÂting failÂures that make you stronÂger and keep you goÂing, and eventually—if you don’t give in easily—drive you in the right diÂrecÂtion, just to fiÂnally pave the boardÂwalk to soÂmeÂthing that might turn out to be chanÂging and deÂfiÂning your fuÂture.
Of course we all should beÂneÂfit from the knowÂledge of others—people who trust themÂselÂves to acÂtually folÂlow thÂrough their weird, unÂreaÂliÂstic, and soÂmeÂtiÂmes stubÂborn, naive ideas. But we should be able to learn and grow from our own mistaÂkes, too. If you are wilÂling to exÂpeÂriÂment and taÂckle failÂures along the way, you have to be able to make your own mistaÂkes. And that meÂans maÂking an efÂfort to beat the odds—no matÂter how dooÂmed that shiny new idea might inÂitiÂally look.
OriÂgiÂnal source: Ylli Pylla