There is nothing as rewarding as inventing something new. The
feeling is unparalleled. However, the road to hell is paved with good
intentions. A lot of innovators do not reap the rewards of their invention and
it usually happens that it goes to some oaf with no clue what it takes to
dream.
Whenever I get a eureka moment it is always followed by a
sad feeling knowing the hurdles that bedevil fruition of an idea. If the bug of
invention bites you there is no turning back. You are infected with a disease
characterized constant thinking about solving problems or doing things
differently.
Dying poor is a road well-traveled. You can read up on
people like Michelangelo, Charles Goodyear or Thomas Edison; the list is
endless. Often, it is the person who has the money to commercialize the
invention, who becomes rich. The point of this conversation? If you consider
yourself anywhere near creating new things then you must bear the burden of
knowing you are holding the cow by the horns whilst someone else milks her.
That you will dream and create but it is someone else who will laugh all the
way to the bank.
Yet you must not stop because that is the way the cookie
crumbles. Best you can do is look for a worthwhile outlet like write and tell
the whole world your bright ideas before you actually implement them. It’s the means
of putting your name on a product regardless of who pockets the money and also to
keep you sane.
