Go Cray Cray
You’ve been told you were crazy your whole life.
“(Insert your name), you’re crazy, I love you, but who do you think you are? Sure sure, you’re going to make remote control aircraft that deliver pizza 24 hours a day. Right…”
If you think everyone else in the room is crazy for not thinking it’s possible, are you really the crazy one?
The answer to this question is irrelevant (and I also hate labels :)
The real question is, assuming we each only have one go on this earth, do you want to die knowing you made the impossible possible?
Do you want to climb a real and/or metaphorical peak that others look at only from their air conditioned vehicles - taking nice pictures of the mountain and moving on with their lives while you struggle your way up it, no one around but you and your close friends - breathing air so fresh that if you weren’t there breathing it yourself, you wouldn’t believe it existed either.
Only then does it hit you that it’s not even about the apex of the peak, but just being there on the mountain - on the edge of something further - that’s truly what it’s all about.
You may fall, you may die. If it was easy, you could drive right up it in air conditioned comfort. In which case, there certainly wouldn’t be a remote control aircraft delivering pizza to you when you got back down.