success to me

a love affair

Yesterday, I found myself in one of those deep conversations about what "success" really means. Turns out, my view has done a complete 180 over the years. Once upon a time, success was all about the glitz and glam—the flashy lifestyle, the endless happiness. Ah, those were the days! But now? Now, success means something far more... practical: consistently hitting it out of the park across multiple ventures.

Here’s the thing: I absolutely love building. Seriously, I get a kick out of it—the thrill of the chase, the rollercoaster of emotions, the entire process. It's like being on a perpetual caffeine high. But let’s be real, it’s not just about creating a one-hit wonder. Nope, the real fun is in taking something from zero to hero, then doing it all over again with something new.

Is it easy? Absolutely not. It’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But, oh, the hope! The tantalising hope that maybe, just maybe, this one will be the next big thing. It’s the hope that kills you, but also the hope that keeps you alive. A beautiful paradox, isn’t it?

So yeah, that's success to me: rinse, repeat, and revel in the madness.

Thanks for sticking around to the end of my quick ramble. by by!

PS PS: you’ll probably see more short rambles like this in the future. i enjoy the fact i can just write, as is, in my head, on here. i’m beginning to hate the multithreading feature on twitter (fek elon. i’m not calling it x) — but you can be rest assured they are genuinely what is going through my head.

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