I woke up early decided to write a poem for founders.
As I saw the sunrise in San Francisco, these words hit me.
Go read The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield.
A simple, useful book to get more things done.
For all the crazy ones out there building their own empires as founders: keep pushing through the pain. Win against the enemy. You are destined for greatness.
For the love of the game
I have no shame
To change the world and pursue fame
While breathing with zero blame
The path is lonely
The journey is painful
It can end up badly
But it is the only path I know, sadly.
The stakes are high
Don’t forget to cry
The scars make you grateful
You mature as you are faithful
Raise the capital
Partner with principles
So regret is minimal
The game won’t stop
As you pound the laptop
Build the team
With no fake steam
Connect with the divine
It is crucial to redefine
As you build your evolution
As you buffer the solution
Start a revolution
With some Confucian attribution
For positive execution
A peaceful you equals the best solution
Beauty and peace are always available. Take the time to observe the atomic miracle of life and understand the absolute insignificance of our mental obsessions.
There have been three times in the past six months in which I felt that I was close. Almost there. Then things fell apart at the last minute.