Content creator in the making. What does it take to push you over the edge and start your own online endeavors?

I love the idea of being a content creator, because quite frankly I do enjoy attention. But most importantly, I enjoy letting my creative juices flow.

My first time ever making money was when I was in 3rd grade, I was cutting up papers into small pieces and stapling them into little booklets.

In the booklets would be original stories I come up with, in a form of a poorly drawn comic. I would then sell the booklets to my classmates who enjoy my content.

It was a happy period of time, out of genuine excitement I told my dad about my little art business, and being from a strict Asian family, I was shut down right away.

All kinds of means things were said to me and as any child who look up to their fathers would do, I complied to his wishes and locked away my childhood spirit.

I was whipped into being the same as everyone else. Shoved into a drone factory to complete the industrial line of “get good grades, go to good schools, get good jobs, work until you’re too old to enjoy anything.”

Here I am, almost 20 years later, I am going back to my roots.

I was taking every word, every advice and every command from my father as gospel. Afterall he should know better than me right?

He would’ve been right about everything, if everything was the same as it was when he was a child.

The problem is that nothing is the same anymore.

Seeing things change in real time with my own eyes, plus endlessly consuming information from books, videos, podcasts and talk shows since 2016, my entrepreneurial spirit seed was planted.

The first time I’ve ever tried to attempt online hustles was for “high ticket sales” in 2018, then it was drop shipping, then copywriting.

But I keep running into the same bottleneck, which was not having an income, while I was still grinding through medical school, thus for the past 5 years, nothing has come to fruition.

The lie that I keep telling myself was the idea of becoming what I need to be first (a doctor), then I can be whatever I want (starting online businesses).

It made sense back then, but as time goes by, I get deeper and deeper into reality of medical school, while the entrepreneurial seed grows larger, I was starting to see the flaw in that lie.

By the time I become a real doctor I would be too old already, with massive commitments and 0 margin to take any risks.

It' is now 2023 that the seed has grown so huge to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore.

It’s do or die. I have enough conviction now to drop all the BS, all the expectations from society, friends and family and just dive nose first into what I think is best for me.

I realized that I have to take responsibility for my own life and future. Because if don’t own my future, somebody else will.

For the love of my father, I will start making my own decisions now. I know for a fact that if I continue down the path that he had paved for me, not only will I be absolutely miserable, I will also resent him for my own failures and weaknesses.

We all want the best for each other, but what he has in mind that’s best for me is not what’s best for me.

My wings have hardened enough and I believe that I am a lot more informed than he is at this point. I also believe that what I’m doing is for the best of me, just like how he was putting me in a path he thought was best.

On top of that, I finally have a direction of what I really want to do with my life. Something I can truly say I would suffer, starve and sleep on the street for.

Do you have a dream? Are you moving towards that dream? And if not, what do you think it will take to finally push you over the edge?

It took me 8 years of sitting on my hands and secretly hating my own life to finally start doing something about it. What will it take you?