interesting story: I lived in Los Angeles from the age of 19 to now age 26. My mother died this past november. Before this had happened, I was living my life in Los Angeles. I had big ambitions and I knew where they were taking me. Work was in abundance, during which I had been working for myself for three years developing websites, and working on my startups. It was picture perfect in ways that work would come to me.
Now, I live in Sherman Texas, A very small town where I grew up and once dreamed of big things, expensive things which would become mine to keep. The loss of my mother was very difficult, yet I have now opened a new candy store, and leased a large office loft downtown. I've gone through every penny in the transition. One of the most important things that I realize now is that- things in life do not last, whether it be riches of material wealth, love, spirit, or my own motivation. One thing can I can be certain of is my own mindset, temporary defeat, and a loss of hope- or the ultimate poverty.
I currently have a broke down car that beeps as I drive it as if it were a time bomb, too much office space, and an inheritance of real-estate that has become a burden in expenses that I can no longer keep up with. Every new project that comes my way somehow disappears before my eyes (I've never had this much trouble closing a deal).
If you are poor, look up, you're still alive. This life is a series of challenges, breath a fire that ignites your soul. Live to have hope, and continue dreaming. The difference between the rich and the poor is ones drive to act upon a dream, and fight without a moment of doubt.
The poor now, and the poor tomorrow are two different people, the ones who lift their own spirit, and the ones who drown in their spirit of misery.
Now, I live in Sherman Texas, A very small town where I grew up and once dreamed of big things, expensive things which would become mine to keep. The loss of my mother was very difficult, yet I have now opened a new candy store, and leased a large office loft downtown. I've gone through every penny in the transition. One of the most important things that I realize now is that- things in life do not last, whether it be riches of material wealth, love, spirit, or my own motivation. One thing can I can be certain of is my own mindset, temporary defeat, and a loss of hope- or the ultimate poverty.
I currently have a broke down car that beeps as I drive it as if it were a time bomb, too much office space, and an inheritance of real-estate that has become a burden in expenses that I can no longer keep up with. Every new project that comes my way somehow disappears before my eyes (I've never had this much trouble closing a deal).
If you are poor, look up, you're still alive. This life is a series of challenges, breath a fire that ignites your soul. Live to have hope, and continue dreaming. The difference between the rich and the poor is ones drive to act upon a dream, and fight without a moment of doubt.
The poor now, and the poor tomorrow are two different people, the ones who lift their own spirit, and the ones who drown in their spirit of misery.