This morning, when my alarm went off at 4:45AM, I wanted to stay in bed.
But then I started dreaming about Mark Zuckerberg (the facebook guy) and how he is a self-made multi-billionaire in his twenties, and I couldn’t sleep anymore.
Now… I am not saying that making a lot of money is the only measure of success, because you can obviously be very successful in many other ways. I am also not saying that waking up early is a path to success, because I know plenty of late risers who are extremely smart and efficient. But for me personally, today, on my 27th birthday, I cannot sleep knowing that I am not yet successful — therefore I have failed.
Ok, before you get all riled up, I know that in virtually all other aspects of my life, I have been very successful and lucky. I have a beautiful and intelligent wife, a great family, good friends, a beautiful home, luxury vehicles, and so forth…
But here’s the thing. I like to set very high expectations for myself. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see any reason why Larry Page, and Sergey Brin are on the Forbes list, revolutionized the world, and I haven’t. I don’t need to be as successful as they are, but I have to be successful by own my measures. And as of today, on my 27th birthday, I am not.
This is not a post about self-pity, or taking for granted all the blessings in my life. It’s just a reminder to myself that every time a birthday comes, I have failed myself for one more year.
Well no worries. I will try to make my millions by this time next year.