Ideas come quick and in large quantities. The part of your brain that controls idea production must have drunk about 400 cups of espresso for it to be that quick on the uptake. But only one idea in about a million is an idea that could catch on, and when that does happen, We usually don;t recognize it. Like when you're straining to get your new !#$!$^$# television to work and the "helpful system" is attempting to get you to feel as bad as possible without launching the blankety-blank machine out the window, and you have a tickling of an idea at the base of your skull telling you you could make millions by marketing a TV that has REAL ease of use, not this. But at that point you're usually banging your head against the wall and pressing the buttons randomly, hoping one of them will turn on "Glee".
But let's do the math for how many wildfire ideas you get in a week.
(about 5,000 notable ideas per day / 1,000,000) x 7= 0.035 wildfire ideas per week.
= 1.825 wildfire ideas per year.
= 18.25 wildfire ideas per decade.
= about 150 wildfire ideas in the
average person's lifetime.
With a number like that, I would suggest making every one of them count, and making sure you don't ignore any ideas. Anyone of them could be the best thing that ever happened to you.
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ReplyDeleteI love this post! I especially love your use of language to set a whimsical tone. Very nice Sam. Very nice. Keep writing until it hurts! You are a solid talent boy wonder.
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When I set up a new T.V. my dad usually looks over the instruction manual for a few hours before stating he needs a nap. Meanwhile I just finished getting everything plugged in and the T.V. is playing some random HD movie while my mom complains about how I am in the way of the remote sensor. I slowly tell her that the remote she is using does not work anymore as it is for the old T.V. Now she says that I should not be hotwiring the new T.V. because of course she would rather have it not working at all. I mean I just did my folks a huge favor and I don't get any credit. As my dad walks up the stairs he asks don't you have something to say? I say what thank you? He says yes and then falls asleep. I then casually go downstairs and watch some T.V. until bedtime wishing people were more grateful towards me.
ReplyDeleteSuch a hard life you lead...
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