The limited resources conundrum and my innate desire to be an Entrepreneur

Prenote:- Defining the term :- we:- The ‘so assumed’, most rational beings of this world; ie:- Human Beings. It must be noted here that the exact extent of “we’s” rationality and irrationality remains a mystery to “we”.

We are the inhabitants of this speck of dust, referenced by us as earth, which is suspended and moving in this infinitely vast space, whose understanding we only possess in an infinitely small proportion. [1]We happen to be numbered, but abundantly so. We happen to have to survive, amidst the cruel reality that the resources required for our survival are limited. And the resources have been limited since the days we started inhabiting this sphere of despair and/or hope(depending on the way you see it).

Now there are limited resources and our key to survival depends on making sure that we get hold of those limited resources. Assumingly “we” largely adhere to rational thinking, which is why we try to gather as much resources as possible so as to not only guarantee our present but also our future survival. Which is why most of us feel this innate need to gather as much resources as possible. The society, consisting of “we”, celebrates those amongst us who manage to gather more than their usual share of resources. Since most of “we” falls in the mid section of the bell curve, it is only fair that we feel enamoured by those of us who manage to beat the odds and gather a disproportionately high share of those resources. They are the quintessential “Heroes”, “the one to be celebrated”, “the one to be envied”, “the one to be put on a pedestal”…….

A section of “we” which manages to be so celebrated, happens to have been Entrepreneurs. As an extremely intuitive child, I chanced upon a few of these successful people and engulfed myself into binge reading about their life stories. Such was the effect, that the likes of Ambani’s, Adani’s, Jack Ma’s, Murthy’s and later on the various other new age entrepreneurs, became the personified version of ubermensch for me.(Refer to Friedrich Nietzsche original literature on Ubermensch).

On the other hand, I was getting increasingly disillussioned by the middle class rant of a safe and secure career path. I witnessed the very best that you can become by taking this path and it left me with a feeling that more could be desired out of our endless numbered days (read life).

Thus this person, that is me, wore a cloak of notional confidence, a cloak that did its best to hide the underlying lingering doubts and fears and treaded on the path which was lined with the corpses of the eternally optimistic souls who were irrational enough to walk on it despite the odds.

I would end with the excerpts from a poem, that holds more value in my life than any other black letter ever did:-

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

(1) Don’t let the other ignorant fool you into believing otherwise. Our understanding is so limited that we can’t even put a finger to something and say with certainty that we don’t know or know this much of all that is to be known.