A funny thing happened on the way to the bank…

ONE MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS!!

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was on the way to the bank to deposit a check for $208.00. My bank balance that day was $1,225.37, I had about $860 in bills due, and I was doing the math in my head to figure out how much I’d have left for groceries and gas until the next check arrived. That’s when the call came. It was my business manager; someone was offering to buy my business enterprise for $1 million.

ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
My initial thought was, Woooo hoooo! No more worrying about money…

I continued to the bank and made my paltry deposit, thinking about it the whole time, by the time I got back in the car I had it all figured out. I called my business manager back and declined the offer.

It was at that moment that I realized I had built something. I had created something from nothing that was now worth a million dollars to someone. There’s NO WAY I was giving it up. It was now worth even MORE than that to me.

Sure, I could take the mil and I’d be an instant millionaire, right? Only, moments later I’d spend about HALF of it on a bunch of shit I don’t really need — a new Ferrari, a new home, a vacation home, lots of new, expensive stuff… then suddenly I wouldn’t be a millionaire anymore. I’d just be a guy with a bunch of cool shit and I’ve already been that guy.

It all sounds great in theory, but that ONE THING — that thing I built from scratch all by myself, that thing that my passion built — it would all be gone. And for what, a truckload of cash?

As long as I keep it, I remain a millionaire — albeit on paper, but nonetheless, if that’s what it’s worth.

Shit, money is easy to make by comparison.
Building something like THIS transcends money.
Keep your cash.
I’m doing what I LOVE and I want to continue doing it. Ima keep pursuing it…until the fucking wheels fall off of it.

No amount of money can buy that.
(Except, maybe, $2 million?)

— P.