Today marks exactly one year since SURVIVR was acquired. My life and worldview have ebbed and flowed profoundly since then. Frankly, Iāve been at a loss of ideas to post. But I felt that an anniversary is symbolic enough for some introspection.Ā
To be clear, the purpose of this post isnāt to make any dismal implications or source pity. I just thought it would be nice to take a brief break from my usual business-oriented content. I believe that much of what we see online is a facade, and that everyone has demons that they face deep down. This is an authentic glimpse into mine, in the spirit of transparency.
Starting with the positives. I feel that Iāve attained a new lifestyle that I never had the luxury of experiencing prior. In a world where 70-90% of startups fail, we defied the odds enough to find the light at the end of the tunnel.Ā
Despite starting at 19. Despite this being my first startup and full-time job. Despite pivoting multiple times in 5 years. Despite not being a tech or public safety expert. Despite the doubters.Ā
I was blessed to have a team that powered through our obstacles. To have an acquisition under my belt has substantially impacted my ability to support my family and fuel my future career. Iām perpetually grateful to everyone who played a part.
Now for the rest. Once the acquisition closed and I had fulfilled my duty to my team and family, I was free to prioritize myself for the first time in my life. I could be shamelessly selfish and think about privileges like the meaning of happiness. I didnāt know where to begināit felt exhilarating at first. But then I quickly became blindsided by a torrent of questions and feelings that I had never experienced.
Perplexingly, this past year has raised more questions than answers. My sense of self dissipated post-acquisition, and after a few weeks of frustration, I realized that I had grounded my self-identity in my company. Once the company was sold, my sense of self was in the air. Before, I was Brian the founder, a label that I held with pride. After, I couldnāt even introduce myself to myself.Ā
I didnāt know who I was, why Iām here, what I want, and whether anything truly matters in the end. Everything felt numb, and the more I pondered the answers, the most lost I becameālike struggling in quicksand. Will starting more companies make a difference? Will having a bigger garage make me feel better? Who knows. (Although starting more companies is guaranteed. Nothing else is remotely as fun to me.)
One discovery, for better or worse, was that I no longer fear death. If I run out of cards sooner than expected, I would accept it. Despite my challenges, Iāve lived an extraordinary life with the time Iāve had so far. It genuinely feels like a lifetime already. If this is truly my final act, and lowering the curtains will finally absolve me of all suffering, then so be it.Ā
Honestly, I thought that Iād feel on top of the world by now. That I could finally release my anxieties and be satisfied with myself and life in general. But evidently, my mind doesnāt work that way. Thereās always something more that I must chase.
I still donāt have the answers. Theyāre as elusive as ever. I still wonder to what extent life is insignificant in the end. After all, weāll all end up the same way.
However, while Iām anxious, I think Iāll find the answers. No matter how many years it takesāthis is the long game. In the meantime, I want to explore life more freely. Iām unafraid of taking bigger risks, treating others and myself more generously, and unapologetically being myself. Forget fear and stifling conformity. I want to believe, with all that I am, that life is meant for so much more than that. That there is meaning in what I do until the very last breath. Time will tell if I accept that as my answer.Ā
On the penultimate day of a recent vacation, I lucked out and found a solitary lounge chair on the beach away from all of the noise. The otherwise pitch black ocean was faintly illuminated by the full moon. The only sounds were of the gentle wind, insouciant waves, and rustling palm trees to my right. As I stared into the vast night sky and contemplated the smallness of life, I saw my first ever shooting star (yes, yes, I need to get out more). Once the shock subsided, I rushed to figure out an ask, as if the starās efficacy would expire in seconds. And for the first time since longer than I can remember, I didnāt want to wish for happiness. There will come a time for that, but I wasnāt ready yet.
āClarity,ā I decided. That is what my current chapter is dedicated to pursuing.