The First Steps

I want to begin off with something strong. For you to get to know me immediately at a deeper level. I want to share with you one of the core reasons for who I am today.

My First Steps

Just 1 year ago, as I completed my final year of high-school, I was determined to do the best I could so I could get into medicine. A common question people ask me, as to why I wanted to do medicine, I honestly couldn’t answer that question during that time. I did have an answer to why I wanted to do well (in retrospect I think getting into medicine was just a by product of doing well. It really wasn’t the focus).

The reason was because I believed I had something I wanted to prove. Something to prove to myself that I could achieve anything I put my mind to. Something to prove my parents that their investment in me had a disproportionate return. Something to prove about my status, a child from a low-middle income class immigrant family could not only be the first to get into university but also a difficult course — medicine. In the end I achieved this, I finished high-school strong and got into medicine.

After the first week of university attending lectures — my entire expectation for the next steps of my life…..

changed forever

Now let me get into some details. In retrospect, I felt like during high-school I had a “fantasy” expectation of what university or what the next steps of my life looked like. I worked very hard during school and felt as though now I would be among peers whom I could connect with on this level — pursuing medicine and changing the world. Now don’t get me wrong, I am working alongside some of the smartest and hardest working people I know. But I knew, something that was a core value to me was missing. The reason for me to continue to work so hard was missing….

I felt isolated, I felt different, I felt lost.

The world in which I expected to arrive in the next steps on did not exist.

So afterwards, I began my pursuit on finding what was wrong with me, what was different, what was it that I was looking for in life at this age.

Through the past year, I began to realise I was in the wrong hub. I discovered my passion actually existed in this “long-word” called “entrepreneurship”. My passion existed in the idea of creation. Voluntarily, illogically putting myself through emotional and mental trauma to create something great. And sharing my passion through a sustainable way and finding a strategy to also survive financially. Entrepreneurship was this “fantasy world” that I looked forward to after high school. It was the group that I felt most identified with — a group of people who have an extreme hunger for continuous improvement.

The Commitment to Continuously Improve.

Entrepreneurship was the “safe haven” in which I knew I instinctively knew I was born to pursue. (hahaha! safe-haven, because the reality is the opposite of that).

From that day onwards, I knew I had entered the darkness of this frightening, BUT exciting world of entrepreneurship.

The fire in me had lit and the journey through the woods began.