Why I Quit Developing Mobile Games
Heed my word and never fail again
Reason. Purpose. Motivation. If you don’t yet see a theme that unites these words, it’s that all are essential in every decision you make. These words should be the north stars that guide all actions, and the steadfast cornerstones that support the structure of goals. This is the first principle in doing meaningful work that can last.
My motivation was clear at first: I reveled in the idea of learning valuable skills to then produce potentially popular mobile games, and in turn make a large sum of cash. I understood this first principle before I spent large portions of my savings on software and business certificates. I actively knew that in order to take action and sustain that action, I would need a proper motivation/purpose in which my habits would stem out of. How else could one wake up to a pink dawn and troubleshoot a foreign software for hours throughout the day? Constantly hitting the crown of your skull against a proverbial concrete wall would prove too daunting and discouraging if it weren’t for a purpose with which to carry on. Despite bumps in the road and a barrage of infinite obstacles between me and my goals, I produced five complete mobile games to Apple and Android within the next three years.
The second principle to persistence works in tandem with the first, but is essential to success all the same. The second principle suggests that not only should the concepts of an underlying purpose and motivation be used as a trusty guide, they should be protected. A proper reason or purpose has the power to stir anyone to action. If the motivation is strong enough, it can spring even the most sedentary individuals to work, but without a custodian to keep watch over its origin, purpose will begin to decay, and eventually, crumble under its own weight.
What does this mean?
In layman’s terms, my realization, the revelation of this story, and eventually my downfall were all caused by one thing.
The ability to reaffirm a purpose frequently enough to maintain a crystal clear image, and the mental fortitude to constantly remind oneself of an underlying motivation, was the missing piece to the greatest puzzle in my life, and presumably in others’ lives as well.
Why does this remain as such a widespread dilemma today?
Why does it become increasingly difficult to meet goals the longer one strives for them?
The answer is primitive and easy to grasp. As long as we continuously mistake preoccupation for productivity, and let the daily drudgery of life erode away at our God-given dreams, it may as well be impossible to retain a purpose.