How much do you love them? In the business world, fantastical stories seem especially lauded.
Fast money. Overnight fame.
It just sounds so good, and so easy.
You can’t blame me for wanting it, or wanting to believe in it.
I’m a gambler by nature. After all, I started my own business. I’m all about risky choices. And I can’t help but hear fanciful success stories and want to believe them.
The problem is, I don’t. They’re bullshit.
Dreams made of speed.
Either they’re not telling me the truth, or they’re not telling them self the truth. Either way, something’s not adding up. Something stinks.
I see how quickly and easily history can re-write itself, how time can just disappear, especially when fiction is far more “impressive” than fact.
I understand, and am tempted by, the desire to re-write history. The story of speed, whether it truly applies or not, is a good and enticing one to tell. The media consistently pegs businesses and people who have worked away for 5-10 years as “overnight successes” when their brands do reach the mainstream.
And we eagerly consume such fantastical stories, selling them to our self and others.
They have an easy lure to them. They make our dreams much more convenient.
I want what I want and I want it now!
It’s nice to believe that you just need to want something bad enough. It’s nice to believe that hard work isn’t necessary. Intentions made in haste are what bullshit business dreams are made of.
Dreams made of reality.
Daily you grow, daily you take small steps, and daily you bring your business dreams to fruition.
Great businesses aren’t built on great ideas or great advisers or great publicity or great money, they’re built on great people with talent and character who are passionately committed to a goal. They’re built not on what you have, but on what you consistently do over time.
Slow, sustainable growth stories aren’t as fantastically splashy and glamorous as fast money and fame but they’re real, and the businesses built upon them last.
Time and energy is what your dreams are truly made of. But you probably don’t want to hear that story — it’s a tad long.