1000000 dollars chase

Since I was 14, I knew I wanted to be a millionaire.

I vividly remember my buddy and I sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building in the suburbs of my hometown. We both talked about how ordinary life was not for us and how we had to make it big. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the dilapidated structure, and we felt like kings of our little world. That rooftop was our sanctuary, a place where dreams seemed tangible and within reach.

Now and then, I get this goosebumps feeling every time I think about that moment. The determination, the fire in our young hearts—it was a feeling that set the course for my life.

Since then, I have found it difficult to enjoy life. At least not like most people out there. Of course, I have my moments, but it always feels incomplete. It’s a weird mix of a superiority complex and a constant feeling of lacking something. Trying to fill a gap in my life because something else is missing. And honestly, I am glad for this relentless drive; I want to achieve all these things not just for myself but for others too. This is why I learn every day, why I work out every day, why I started my business, why I don't go partying, why I am ahead of most people, and yet so far from where I want to be in life.

Honestly, it’s not that hard; all it takes is 1% more effort than other people. That 1% compounds over time, creating a gap that only the truly dedicated can bridge.

I haven't talked with that friend in years, and I'm not sure if we are still friends. Probably not... The last thing I heard about him was that he might go to jail for selling drugs. It's a stark contrast to the dreams we shared on that rooftop. We both had the same dream but chose different paths to get there. He sought shortcuts, while I embraced the grind, the daily struggle to inch closer to my goal.

Now, am I a millionaire? Unfortunately, not yet, but I feel like I have a really good shot at it. My business is growing steadily, and every small victory feels like a step closer to that dream. I’ve made sacrifices, lost friendships, and missed out on countless moments of simple joys, but the vision keeps me going. Every morning, I wake up with the same hunger, the same determination that was ignited on that rooftop.

And so, the journey continues. Each day is a new opportunity, a new chance to get closer to that dream. It's not just about the money; it's about proving to myself that I can do it, about making that 14-year-old dreamer proud.