We all want things. Some of us want a vacation. Some of us want love. Some of us want friends. Some of us want money. And some of us want everything. That’s me. I’m the last one. I’ve never been an easy person to please. It’s not that I don’t like simple things, I’m just perpetually hungry. Hungry for big things.
The ultimate dream for me looks something like this: Living in a cozy penthouse with my wife and daughters while working on big problems that excite me — specifically in the domain of AI, nutrition, and design, to name a few. I’d work 80 hours a week — lazy, by my standards — and spend the rest of my time with my family. Spoiling my wife. Teaching my daughters how to beat up men. Having barbecues on the weekends. It’ll be a great life.
At first, that doesn’t sound super unachievable. After all, plenty of people live like this. I’m not trying to build unicorn companies. Or harvest minerals from an asteroid. My most meaningful goal is to build a nice little family. But when you introduce speed into the equation, things get messy. Because I’m not waiting around till I’m 35 to make this happen. Hell, I won’t even wait till 25. I mean, I’m 21 now. You’re telling me four whole years isn’t enough to make this happen? Unacceptable.
And then there’s the complexity of my work. These problems I’m trying to solve — there’s a reason they’re still problems. They’re really challenging. Working on those while investing heavily in family life? That’s going to take some logistical magic. I don’t even know how I’ll have the energy to do everything.
Despite all that, I’m still sprinting at 100% towards this goal. Objectively speaking, the odds of making this happen so quickly are slim. But I have a secret weapon: Creativity. It has become a buzzword lately, but here’s my simple definition: Creativity is finding answers to questions you don’t fully understand. It’s solving the problem without needing to understand it. Which comes in handy when you need to juggle a life like mine.
After all, it’s all about solving problems. For instance, daily life requires plenty of conscious effort even now when I don’t have a family to invest in. Because work alone is challenging. I just started pulling 100-hour work weeks last week. Before that, I had been consistently doing 70–80 hours per week for seven months. Make no mistake: That’s not natural. It requires meticulous tinkering to make that work.
That’s where creativity comes in. I’m confident in my ability to find ingenious solutions to thorny problems. It’s kind of my job. I mean, I’m still alive after all these months of horrific hours. And I’m making real progress. It’s not like I’m doing some trivial work, either. I make trading bots that autonomously trade bitcoin. That doesn’t happen by chance. That requires some ingenuity. You don’t fix these things by thinking purely rationally. This is art.
That’s the most underrated personality trait I’ve ever seen: Creativity. Even I didn’t fully grasp its potential until recently. But now that I’m starting to see, I’m convinced it’ll be the single reason I achieve absolutely everything I set out to do.