Entrepreneur

There was a time when I believed life could be understood the way businesses are classified �” small scale, medium scale, and large scale. I compared it to careers too, where years of experience slowly increase one’s worth, bringing stability, growth, and a better income over time.

I always carried a quiet belief within me: if a business begins small and grows steadily through reinvestment, then one does not need great wealth to begin. Time, patience, and persistence could build something meaningful. In the same way, I looked at people with fifteen or twenty years of experience and thought of how their earnings had multiplied, almost as if they had nurtured a small business into something far greater.

For a long time, I held onto the dream of becoming an entrepreneur. But somewhere along the journey, reality began to speak louder than dreams. At this point in my life, a job feels safer and more practical than starting a business. My family believes the same. They see security in a stable career, and perhaps they are not wrong. Yet the dream inside me has never truly disappeared. It continues to ask me what I can still create, what I can still become.

Sometimes I wonder if I have reached an age where starting from scratch is no longer wise. If I were to begin now, I would not want to build something tiny; I would want to begin at a level that matches the life I already live and the income I already earn. Only then could I devote myself fully, with heart and soul. But my parents look at me with concern and say, “Why work so hard now? You have earned enough. Rest a little. Live peacefully.”

Those words, though spoken with love, slowly weakened my confidence. The idea of building a business began to feel crushed beneath thoughts of age and exhaustion. Yet deep inside, I know I am not old. I may be approaching the later middle years of life, but I still carry energy, ideas, and determination. I can seek help when needed. I think more clearly now than before. Technology has made many things easier, and experience has made me wiser.

Still, I struggle to find encouragement. I dream of creating something meaningful �” a business with good profit, balance, and purpose, not endless struggle. Sometimes I ask myself if this desire itself is where I am going wrong.

But perhaps life is also teaching me another kind of success. Maybe the best thing I can do now is to strengthen the confidence of my family, support them in their work, and help them grow in the ways I once dreamed for myself. So I choose to focus on my career with sincerity, and I will find joy in the growth of my husband as well. Through that, I hope to give peace to my parents and free them from worry.

And even then, somewhere quietly within me, the spirit of an entrepreneur still lives �” waiting, believing, and refusing to fade completely.

Jessy Jacob