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After two years of worrying, reasoning, considering other people’s warnings and listening to my fears, I finally had the courage to start my own business. In hindsight I wonder why I tormented myself for so long. For, I have always believed that, just like Paulo Coelho’s Warriors of the light, it was my nature to leap into the river of passion without hesitating. How come I didn’t have the courage to leap then?
Just imagine bumping into a brand new white Q7 (an overgrown jeep-like car) at your local Audi dealer on a rainy Saturday afternoon. You thank your lucky stars. Finally the time’s come to treat yourself to the car of your dreams. After you’ve taken her for a one hour spin, the salesman dabs the drool from the steering wheel and sits himself down opposite you at the negotiating table. Clearly shaken, the poor man spills his cappuccino all over his smooth tailor-made suit. He looks at you as if you’ve just suggested replacing the engine with the engine of the twenty year old banger in which you tugged along to the showroom. He’s laughing. Because, it was a joke, right? Uh-uh. You were dead serious.