THE BOY WHO WALKED ALONE (Pt. 1)

As a young boy, I was ambitious, full of dreams, and had grand visions of my future. I never held back when it came to dreaming big. I had vision boards and mental pictures of the life I wanted to live, and they excited me. These dreams filled me with zeal, enthusiasm, and energy, pushing me to launch out after completing my higher education.

I never considered getting a job. Truthfully, with the kind of future I envisioned, a job wouldn’t be enough to fund it. I just had to become a CEO, own a company, and do business so I could have both financial and time freedom.

So, in 2012, after my NYSC, I took the leap. But to cut a long story short, the next 10 years of my life turned out to be the most depressing, traumatic, and disappointing years I had ever experienced. I failed at EVERYTHING I tried. Within that period, I ventured into seven different businesses—and had NOTHING tangible to show for it.

Many times, I woke up wishing I wasn’t alive. I lost hope, and my faith—in myself and in God—was under constant attack. It felt like the world was against me. Where were all the pictures and dreams I had as a child? What happened to the lifestyle I had envisioned? By now, I should have had my own house, a thriving business, and a family. So why was I still squatting—with someone who was also a squatter?

I was confused. I had completely lost touch with myself, the world, and everyone around me. I was merely a shadow of the person I used to be. I spent over six of those ten years in deep frustration and despair.

Then, in 2020, I met a young man—way younger than me—who was planning his wedding, owned a car and a house, and was earning six figures monthly. He was living the life I had envisioned for myself at his age. With all humility, I approached him and asked questions.

Since then, I have worked with him, and though I am not yet where I want to be, I am far from where I used to be.

For the first time, I was able to travel out of the country for vacation in 2022. Today, I have my own house, I am married with two kids, and I am doing great things. Most importantly, I have regained my belief in my visions and dreams. Now, I dare to do GREAT things. My belief is back. My faith is back.

But what changed?

What happened???

Why the drastic transformation in just two years?

How did I achieve in three years what I couldn’t achieve in ten?

Is having a dream, vision, or ambition all there is to success?

I wasn’t lazy—I worked hard during those years—so why did I end up depressed?


To be continued…

THE BOY WHO WALKED ALONE (Pt. 1) As a young boy, I was ambitious, full of dreams, and had grand visions of my future. I never held back when it came to dreaming big. I had vision boards and mental pictures of the life I wanted to live, and they excited me. These dreams filled me with zeal, enthusiasm, and energy, pushing me to launch out after completing my higher education. I never considered getting a job. Truthfully, with the kind of future I envisioned, a job wouldn’t be enough to fund it. I just had to become a CEO, own a company, and do business so I could have both financial and time freedom. So, in 2012, after my NYSC, I took the leap. But to cut a long story short, the next 10 years of my life turned out to be the most depressing, traumatic, and disappointing years I had ever experienced. I failed at EVERYTHING I tried. Within that period, I ventured into seven different businesses—and had NOTHING tangible to show for it. Many times, I woke up wishing I wasn’t alive. I lost hope, and my faith—in myself and in God—was under constant attack. It felt like the world was against me. Where were all the pictures and dreams I had as a child? What happened to the lifestyle I had envisioned? By now, I should have had my own house, a thriving business, and a family. So why was I still squatting—with someone who was also a squatter? I was confused. I had completely lost touch with myself, the world, and everyone around me. I was merely a shadow of the person I used to be. I spent over six of those ten years in deep frustration and despair. Then, in 2020, I met a young man—way younger than me—who was planning his wedding, owned a car and a house, and was earning six figures monthly. He was living the life I had envisioned for myself at his age. With all humility, I approached him and asked questions. Since then, I have worked with him, and though I am not yet where I want to be, I am far from where I used to be. For the first time, I was able to travel out of the country for vacation in 2022. Today, I have my own house, I am married with two kids, and I am doing great things. Most importantly, I have regained my belief in my visions and dreams. Now, I dare to do GREAT things. My belief is back. My faith is back. But what changed? What happened??? Why the drastic transformation in just two years? How did I achieve in three years what I couldn’t achieve in ten? Is having a dream, vision, or ambition all there is to success? I wasn’t lazy—I worked hard during those years—so why did I end up depressed? To be continued…
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