If you'd been offered a chance

If you'd been offered a chance, take it. If you'd been given the opportunity to reach overseas, go. Take it. Take it and run with it. Especially if you're single, or if your family is still small.

As much as it's nice seeing nice people who go "oh, you first", it's better seeing people who get a chance - a break, even - snatch and run with it. Make it work. Make it work! Because politeness and business were never mutually exclusive - you can be brilliant and successful and wealthy and polite at the same time.

Business. Yes, business. Like life. Like family. Make it work. Try, because you owe it to yourself to do so.


Movie heartthrobs are almost never morons. They might be emo (see Batman), egoistical (Ironman), geeky, cheeky and young even (Spiderman) but they're never just ..."safe". Superheroes aside - look at those in "Money Never Sleeps". "Jiro Dreams of Sushi".

I'm not safe. You shouldn't be, neither. Because, heck, the world's not safe. Take your calculated risks.

If you're through with the 9-5, because you see no meaning in it because you don't enjoy it, even when you're good at it, because - well do you have mouths to feed?

If you do but still feel that you're steadily wasting away without real progress in your current vocation (ie: pretty much dead-end - with no real progression for the next 5 years, no potential for hitting the stars within the next 10), do set up a game plan to do what you love to do. Open that cafe. Start that restaurant. Start up that magazine/newsletter/blog. Save up for it, co-own it. Get your kids to help, teach them how to run a business. Just start. And start again. And again and again.

After all, how much is that "might have been" worth? The one that you will think of, for the rest of your life?

For the Christians out there - do you trust that our Lord, our Provider will really provide? Actually, now that I'm in this position, I feel that if truly trusted Him, I'd do whatever the heck I'd want to do, because He'd bless me where I go.

No parent will let his child venture somewhere and refuse to send aid. If I were Warren Buffett - sure, I'd allow my children to cut their teeth in the world, allow the rugs to be pulled from under them, be knocked down, battered. But I'd be there when they need me, when they call out to me. All I'd need is a "DAAAAD!" - and I'd be there, never mind that they had made stupid choices, made stupid mistakes or hadn't done their research well enough.

And they'd be safe. Battered, tired, but safe, 'cause I have their backs.

Damn, I need to make a phone call.


...and a cigarette. but I shouldn't, so I won't.