As I was reading Shoe Dog by Phi Knight, he says something interesting:
At twenty-four I did have a Crazy Idea, and somehow, despite being dizzy with existential angst, and fears about the future, and doubts about myself, as all young men and women in their mid-twenties are, I did decide that the world is made up of crazy ideas. History is one long processional of crazy ideas. The things I loved most, books, sports, democracy, free enterprise, started as crazy ideas.
This statement has caused me to give it a lot of thought:
“The world is made up of crazy ideas. History is one long processional of crazy ideas.”
This resonates so well.