Ever since I entered into the decision to start a publishing/artwork business, the last 7 months of my life has been a blur. It’s tough to branch out on your own, even tougher if you’re trying to do it while working a 9-5 desk job as well. I had tried to kick my caffeine habits about a year ago, and if I tried that today, I think I might crumble away like that guy in the 3rd Indiana Jones film when he drinks from the wrong Holy Grail.
Did you know, according to the SBA, that over 50% of small businesses fail in the first year and 95% fail within the first five years? So, put that math to work and you get this— if 1,000,000 businesses started the same time as Unsung Fu Publishers, then by 2009 only 5,000 of them will still be around. That’s a totally insane statistic.
But my motivation for it all is this: we all get wrapped up in our lives where the routines cause us less stress, and thus we accept it because we become comfortably numb. Change can be overwhelming at times, but it is the spinal cord of existence. To truly be alive, you need change. Thus I say, who cares about stress? We’re all going out somehow— I’d rather know my life ended crashing into the sun, instead of decomposing in the dark.
So, pour me another cup and keep the broken nose to that creative grindstone. Peace.