We sat in the bus travelling down the long California road. On either side houses drifted by. The city was like a a huge suburb, the last 20 minutes had been a series of unique houses, but which blended together to create a faceless and silent city. Occasionally, you’d see the random person out in the yard, seeming alone and frail in this empty city. Opposite me, an old man sat with a worn and leathered face, and beside him sat an overweight women, her shoulders drooped with that unique weight that poverty seems to drop on peoples backs.
Opposite me sat the smiling startup founder. He was speaking excitedly to me, his voice was strong and energetic. His shirt was plastered with the proud logo of his engineering school, the mexican man sitting across us looked at blankly at it, slowing mouthing the letters.
The founder said many words, his words were the only sound in the bus apart from the jumping sound of the engine. The other silent people probably were listening to him also. Suddenly, I too started listening to him.
“The difference between me and all these other people”, he waved his palm across, meaning perhaps the other bus passengers, and perhaps the rest of the world, “is that I am active, and they are passive. They wait to be pushed into position, they apply for jobs and sit down and wait for the result, they read books and then do what the books tell them to do. People give them advice and they follow. Someone insults them and they feel hurt, some rejects them and they feel worthless.”
“These people are like a boat without an engine in the middle of the storm. The wind and waves push them first one direction, then in the other direction, and they end up spinning around in a circle and they end up in this bus broken and down.”
The founder jabbed his finger in my face and his voice went high pitched.
“All they have to do is switch on their engines! All they have to do is stop being buffeted by external opinions and start deciding how they will feel and how they will react. When they get rejected, they can choose the emotion they will feel! When things go wrong, they can choose not to be hurt by them. When they want something, all they have to do is go get it and stop waiting for someone to give it to them. Then they are in control, and suddenly they start moving.”
The bus ground to a halt beside the caltrain station. We got off and he looked me in the eye and said: “Take control of your destiny”. He entered his car, a yellow Maserati, and with one last wave, sent the car screaming down the road, several times over the speed limit.













