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The Evil Side Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit

Ah, the entrepreneurial spirit—a force so potent, so magnetic, that it can both create and consume. It is the whisper in the ear, the gleam in the eye, the drive that stirs one to create something from nothing. But like all powerful forces, it is a double-edged sword, a dance with the devil and the divine.

You see, the spirit of entrepreneurship is neither good nor bad; it simply is. It is energy, a vibration, a frequency of movement. It is the will to build, to expand, to conquer the unknown. But whether it liberates or enslaves depends entirely on the one who wields it—or, more accurately, the one who is possessed by it.

Are you born with it? Ah, now there’s the question. Some come into this world with that unmistakable glint in their eye, a spark that refuses to be dimmed. Others find it along the way, attracted by the promise of power, wealth, and influence. It can be summoned, cultivated, but it is never truly yours. No, it is a spirit—a force that you can dance with but never fully control.

And this spirit is cunning, oh yes. It starts with a golden carrot, shiny and tantalizing. You reach for it, just a little stretch, and you feel the thrill of possibility. Then the carrot becomes an apple of diamonds, shimmering with promises of greatness. Before long, you’re chasing castles of mist, magnificent illusions that beckon you forward, always just out of reach.

It is here that the spirit reveals its darker nature. It blinds you by narrowing your vision, putting blinders on your soul. You begin to see only the path to that shimmering castle, ignoring the flowers by the roadside, the sun on your face, the laughter of loved ones. The present moment fades, eclipsed by the chase for a future painted in brightly colored smoke.

Unchecked, this spirit becomes a virus. It seeps into your mind, your heart, and your bones. It takes hold of your desires and twists them, making you its missionary, its preacher. You become a disciple of the “not yet,” the “almost there,” the “one more step.” You are no longer happy now; you are only happy if.

“If I close that deal...” “If I reach that milestone...” “If I get to the top...”

But the top is an illusion, a mirage that recedes as you approach. The spirit laughs, dances ahead, urging you onward toward that castle of mist, that gleaming chimera. It consumes you, and you leave behind anything that does not serve its mission—friendships, love, peace of mind, the simple joy of being.

The power of this spirit is not evil. It is pure, raw potential. But untempered, it is a flame that burns everything in its path, including the one who carries it. It is a master of deception, for its greatest trick is making you believe that you are in control when, in truth, you are the puppet dancing to its tune.

So, what is the answer? It is not to banish this spirit but to make peace with it, to dance but not be led. To harness the energy without losing yourself. To remember that no castle, no matter how grand, can replace the beauty of the present moment.

For the mist will always dissipate. The smoke will always clear. And all that remains, all that ever truly exists, is the here and now.

Do not be the missionary of a mirage. Be the master of your spirit, the one who walks the path not to reach the castle, but to enjoy the journey.










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