Hello. It’s been a while. So lots of things have happened in my life since my last proper post. It’s barely recognisable to a month ago. I considered writing this post about my girlfriend leaving me, my long term illness and new prescription drugs, summer, my newly-passed aviation exams, my crippled holiday plans and my many business activities. No. That’s boring, painful, sad stuff that doesn’t belong on the Internet for the two of you to read.
I’m going to be a millionaire.
Something caught my eye a few minutes ago: Meet the New Young Millionaires. These “young” millionaires have an average age of 31. I’m 24 which is seven years younger. There’s still plenty of fucking time! Seven years ago I was in college, a quiet kind of guy, studious but not to the extreme. I’d had a year at sixth-form to make friends and experience some more of the outside world than my ‘boys only’ high schooling allowed. It was exciting, fresh and fun. But lets not romanticise. It was also fucking scary and a risky move. I gave up a school which I didn’t like and didn’t like me, but would guarantee me high grades at A-Level for a more down-market college which allowed me to take a subject like Media Studies and ultimately didn’t care if I failed or not. So what?
Ok, so 7 years ago I was in a risky situation and I didn’t know where my life would lead. Look at me now ma. I have a first-class honours degree, I own property, I have a business, I fly aeroplanes, I have a job, I even held down a relationship. I’m also becoming less skilled as time passes, have huge depreciation on my property, have to survive in a broken economy, balance time and weather to fly, battle politics at work, and am recently single with a very slim chance at love Mk. II.
How obvious does it have to be? Risk is always there, bad things are always there, good things are also always there.
So how do I become a millionaire?
The same way I became comparatively rich. I do what I did in the previous seven years. Just fucking do something. Anything good, anything that might work out. It really doesn’t matter what because the balance is always there. There will always be shit, there will always be good and you simply can’t plan for the future. Any plan you make will be wildly wrong. Do you think in 2003 that kid sitting in McDonalds with his friends teaching him how to pick locks because the lecturer didn’t turn up again could really have predicted where he is now? Do you think that he could even tell you how his life would turn out in a month’s time with any degree of certainty?
Your answers should be ‘No’ and ‘Yes’. I’ll leave you to figure out why.
I’m going to become a millionaire because I can. There is absolutely no reason why I can’t and there’s absolutely no way that I can predict that I will succeed. I will do it because there’s plenty of time. I will do it because I believe I can and there is opportunity. I will do it because it’s simple:
- Make something people want
- Set a price
- Profit
Am I likely to have a million (or billion dollar idea) like the people in that article? No. Am I likely to have a £40 idea? Probably. Can I sell that idea at £40/mo to 2000 people? Maybe. That’s a million. Seven years to make something worth £40 and sell it to 2000 people? Doesn’t seem too hard when you look at it like that now does it.
It’s time for something completely different and this is it. I’m becoming my own boss and I’m going to make a million. Then maybe I’ll do it again. Or maybe I’ll fail but that’s half the fun; you just have to try.
