My parents always told me that the only way to live comfortably is to do what all the smart kids do, meaning, to get a university degree and then find a well-paying job. S-T-A-B-I-L-I-T-Y, they said. I listened. In fact, I am pretty sure I have not once heard them speak about any option other than working for someone else. So as you can imagine, I followed their advice.
In a way, I was conditioned to believe that business is only for the “chosen” ones. This meant that either you would need to be born in an already wealthy family or be extremely lucky, which in my opinion, makes little difference. The idea of taking risks and working hard towards personal success in the context of business, in my mind, did not exist… until I got my university degree.
Maybe you are here because you are thinking of starting your own business and you are curious, or maybe you are here because you have already started one and you are looking for that extra bit of motivation. Either way, you’ve come to the right place. Let’s take a look at what motivates an entrepreneur to start a business over living a “comfortable and stable life”.
What motivates an entrepreneur to start a business?
The 9-5 rat race
Leaving the 9-5 rat race is arguably the most common cause what motivates an entrepreneur to start a business.
As a teenager, I had plenty of jobs that were physically demanding. I would go after school helping to deliver alcohol to bars and pubs. We would load tens of kegs into a truck, each weighing over 30 kg or 66 lbs, and then ride around the city, getting them to the locations. The problem with this job was that, despite having a trolley for the kegs, most of the bar storage rooms were located in the basements. This meant that I needed to carry those kegs by hand down the stairs. I quickly got the taste of why education is so important for my bright future.
Later on, I began delivering furniture. Sometimes this meant delivering a single chair to a private house yard, but mostly, it meant delivering a 3 ton Ikea kitchen on a pallet, piece by piece, to the 6th floor using the stairs. It was.. fun.
Then I worked on construction sites, mostly carrying bricks on roofs with no shade on a hot summer day (30°C or 86°F). And finally, for my last physical job, I became an apartment mover.
Honestly, I really don’t like moving even my own furniture from one place to another, but as a professional and proud mover, I got to do a new house every single day,…