Edit: Originally written 8/6/2019
A few days ago, I was in one of my moods (those days seem more frequent than usual. Damn retrograde). I was worrying about my financial situation so I decided to look up some people who were millionaires by the age 20. I came across some random website that listed a few of them with only one of them being someone famous or an entertainer. Here's the link if you want to check it out for yourself: 40 Young People Who Became Millionaires Before They Were 20. As I'm going through the list right, I'm thinking to myself, "These people made money off of simple shit!" One girl used soda bottle tops to make locker decorations. Someone else made jam using his grandmother's recipe. And while yes, there were some extraordinary cases, most of them made their millions by doing pretty average things.
Another thing I noticed was a lot of them had family members who were very supportive of their ideas. This got me to thinking even more because I remember being so intuitive as a child. I loved to paint, and to write poetry, and fashion. There were so many things that I was interested in that I could have potentially profited of off, IF I had the proper support. Now this is not a post of me blasting my parents for being non-supportive of my many aspirations, but of me understanding the potential that I had even as a little kid. At about 6 years old, I had both a creative and an entrepreneurial spirit. I used to collect the leftover breakfast sandwiches and sell them for a dollar at the bus loading zone after school. I sold the candy that I had from either good behavior or leftover treat bags. I found a way to keep a dollar in my pocket and I never lost that. But as time went along, I became less imaginative in the way I made my money. I got a job, then two when the first one wasn't bringing in enough. I considered working a full-time and part-time just to be able to afford the life style I thought I deserved. But when I look at limited time in a day or the week, I knew it wasn't worth the stress or sleep deprivation to have it. That brings us to our topic for today: I want to start back believing and achieving like I did when I was six years old.
I make it seem like this age was the pinnacle of my life and many ways it was. I don't think I've ever been as fearless or daring as I was back then. I know I haven't been half as creative or inventive as I was at that time. I really envy my six year old self because I was so unbothered by what people said of me or thought of me. I was able to explore the depth of my imagination and personality. So I have four tips for us to start back living like we did at six years old.
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