Wantrepreneurs

An article by Ryan    1 Comment

If you want to call yourself an entrepreneur, show me your battle scars. Show me how lonely you’ve become. How the only people you talk to are your team and your immediate family. Less than 10 people a month maybe. Tell me about how your friends don’t even bother calling you anymore. Show me all the things that you’ve missed out on while sacrificing everything for a dream. Tell me  how bad it hurt when nobody believed that you can do it. Tell me about how you suffered with constant skipped heartbeats and anxiety attacks because you’ve been working 15 hours a day for months straight. Tell me how stoked you were when you landed that  big deal, how you felt untouchable at the time, only to have it backfire in your face a few months later. Tell me how you hard it was to pick yourself up to try again. Tell me about how many people have yelled at you, threatened you, hate you, because of the dent you’ve been pounding into the world. Tell me about all the times you just wanted to tell these people to Fuck off, but couldn’t because you now represent something greater than yourself. Tell me about the time that you won that small victory. How you had to celebrate alone because you were the only one awake when it happened. Tell me how much of a relief it was getting to break even, or ramen profitability. Tell me how gratifying it is to write your own paycheck from money that you’ve earned by providing value to the world.

If you can’t. Fuck you. You’re not an entrepreneur yet. You’re a poser, wantrepreneur.