Author Archives: Justin Picolet

At some point you wake up and realize that this is life. Things just are and things just happen. The rhyme and the reason given to you honestly fixes nothing. There are no reprisals, no redos, no corrections made to the past, and for sure no true get backs.

The damage done is damage done. No therapist, self help book, or medication can undo the memories you carry long after they “treat” your depression. Once certain things become visible in others or the true intentions of those in charge are brought to light. You can not continue on naively.

How do you rationalize giving up time with your only child for money? How do you rationalize giving up time, energy, sex, food, water, sleep, stability, comfort, income or fucking paid time off. To become an entrepreneur?

What was it that kept me up at night thinking or knowing I could do more. Why did I continue to try to start second jobs and devote my time to self improvement. What has possessed me enough to disconnect from friends, family and hobbies for this?

Why is it me and not one else around me? How much money will be enough? How many successful businesses venture do I need before I feel content. What if I am never content? if I am on my own boat, in h ocean in front of my mansion with my family. Will I still want to more?

Owning and operating a successful business is nothing more than a pressure test.