…eace! The end of violence! The stars!” — though, you’ll probably laugh at my naivete, my innocence. We have become cynics, in other words. But cynics, my friends, do not do dangerous and radical things. They sit there stewing in their resentment. They are mediocrities at best — and foolish pawns at worst.
I wanted to work for myself. Walk to my own beat. Chart my own path. Call it like I saw it, and not worry about what dudes in suits thought of that. All the cliches of independence that sound so quaint until you have a board meeting questioning why you aren’t raising more, burning faster, and growing at supersonic speeds yesterday?!