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So
yeah
,
lucky
.
When
you
’
re
sleeping
on
a
smelly
futon
and
have
to
count
coins
to
figure
out
whether
you
can
afford
McDonald
’
s
this
week
and
you
’
ve
sent
out
twenty
résumés
without
hearing
a
single
word
back
,
then
starting
a
blog
and
a
stupid
Internet
business
doesn
’
t
sound
like
such
a
scary
idea
.
If
every
project
I
started
failed
,
if
every
post
I
wrote
went
unread
,
I
’
d
only
be
back
exactly
where
I
started
.
So
why
not
try
?
Failure
itself
is
a
relative
concept
.
If
my
metric
had
been
to
become
an
anarcho
-
communist
revolutionary
,
then
my
complete
failure
to
make
any
money
between
2007
and
2008
would
have
been
a
raving
success
.
But
if
,
like
most
people
,
my
metric
had
been
to
simply
find
a
first
serious
job
that
could
pay
some
bills
right
out
of
school
,
I
was
a
dismal
failure
.
I
grew
up
in
a
wealthy
family
.
Money
was
never
a
problem
.
On
the
contrary
,
I
grew
up
in
a
wealthy
family
where
money
was
more
often
used
to
avoid
problems
than
solve
them
.
I
was
again
fortunate
,
because
this
taught
me
at
an
early
age
that
making
money
,
by
itself
,
was
a
lousy
metric
for
myself
.
You
could
make
plenty
of
money
and
be
miserable
,
just
as
you
could
be
broke
and
be
pretty
happy
.
Therefore
,
why
use
money
as
a
means
to
measure
my
self
-
worth
?
Instead
,
my
value
was
something
else
.
It
was
freedom
,
autonomy
.
The
idea
of
being
an
entrepreneur
had
always
appealed
to
me
because
I
hated
being
told
what
to
do
and
preferred
to
do
things
my
way
.
The
idea
of
working
on
the
Internet
appealed
to
me
because
I
could
do
it
from
anywhere
and
work
whenever
I
wanted
.
I
asked
myself
a
simple
question
:
“
Would
I
rather
make
decent
money
and
work
a
job
I
hated
,
or
play
at
Internet
entrepreneur
and
be
broke
for
a
while
?
”
The
answer
was
immediate
and
clear
for
me
:
the
latter
.
I
then
asked
myself
,
“
If
I
try
this
thing
and
fail
in
a
few
years
and
have
to
go
get
a
job
anyway
,
will
I
have
really
lost
anything
?
”
The
answer
was
no
.
Instead
of
a
broke
and
unemployed
twenty
-
two
-
year
-
old
with
no
experience
,
I
’
d
be
a
broke
and
unemployed
twenty
-
five
-
year
-
old
with
no
experience
.
Who
cares
?
With
this
value
,
to
not
pursue
my
own
projects
became
the
failure
—
not
a
lack
of
money
,
not
sleeping
on
friends
’
and
family
’
s
couches
(
which
I
continued
to
do
for
most
of
the
next
two
years
)
,
and
not
an
empty
résumé
.
The
Failure
/
Success
Paradox
When
Pablo
Picasso
was
an
old
man
,
he
was
sitting
in
a
café
in
Spain
,
doodling
on
a
used
napkin
.
He
was
nonchalant
about
the
whole
thing
,
drawing
whatever
amused
him
in
that
moment
—
kind
of
the
same
way
teenage
boys
draw
penises
on
bathroom
stalls
—
except
this
was
Picasso
,
so
his
bathroom
-
stall
penises
were
more
like
cubist
/
impressionist
awesomeness
laced
on
top
of
faint
coffee
stains
.
