What It Means to Be Your Own Boss and Munch on Growth Seeds.

A major part of today was spent thinking about how to be my own boss. A major part of yesterday was spent thinking about how to be my own boss. But what does it mean to be one’s own boss.

As I sit and think more about what it actually means, my mind wanders in more than one direction. For some, being one’s own boss means not doing a salaried job. For some, being one’s own boss means being able to do a certain job in one’s own way or with minimal outside intervention.

For me, being my own boss means being able to work day and night and build my own empire in my own way and in the process, generating enough wealth for a decent living without being dependent on a salaried job in any way.

Yeah. There. I said it in the best lines that I can. In a way, I’ve always been my own boss because I’ve always approached a task or a problem in my own way. I hardly ever run to anyone else for help, not because I would feel small, but because, most of the time, I do not feel the need to go to anyone for help. I figure out my problems in my own ways.

So lately, I’m back to burning the midnight oil. Despite hardships, some things must be done. Isn’t it so? I suppose it’s my time of doing things. It’s time to push into a new direction for a renewed growth.

I’m glad that apart from this dim lamp on my humble table in my midnight room, I’ve got these crunchy sunflower seeds to chew on as I think and act and dissect my bygone days and minutes and seasons. Munching on these sunflower seeds along with listening to some slow classical music sends me in this drowsy state in which the possibility of creating something increases tenfolds. Here’s the link to the seeds I recently bought if you wanna check out!

Now, it’s 00:18 hours. The whole town seems to be asleep except the few mad ones. And look at me. I have slept for only three hours in the last 36 hours. My eyes are half shut. But I keep munching on these seeds and I keep listening to Chopin. Not every night is like this night. Why isn’t every night like this night. To be frank, I am glad that it isn’t.

– Tomic

Leaving here this marvellous piece of music by Chopin –