Being write does not equal money.

It seems like such an obvious truism. But I’ve learnt it through experience.

I naively thought if you understood something really well > resolved new ideas that could help improve lives (potentially on a 1x10^9 scale) > develop a plan to enable those ideas to become materialised >> that money would just knock on my door politely and let itself in.

I was wrong.

My enthusiasm and conviction has led me to grip, cling, take deep breaths as the chasm of financial burden falls away either side of me. My crampons are holding on to the icy ladder with their final teeth.

But yet I still believe.

And it is my conviction that I’ve understood something yet to be seen by many that will eventually be my ticket to escaping the perpetuous purgatory l inadvertently jumped nose-first into.