Fear

I barely attended university. At 18, I touched a computer seriously for the first time, and for the next two years, I was consumed by personal projects. Looking back now, I realize what drove me was fear. I was fiercely competitive, vain, and constantly aggressive. I obsessed over scores—and, for better or worse, I had the ability to achieve them. I fixated on technology and capitalism as a way to justify my aggression. At 18, the crypto media outlet I founded took off, earning me more money than I could have imagined at my age. At 19, I joined a startup as a founding member, and within a year it was acquired by a publicly listed company. Yet, despite the praise from others, I couldn’t praise myself. Every time an investor told me they wanted to invest, a hollow pit opened in my stomach. All I could do was raise my “score” in the form of money, and that realization felt suffocating. I was vaguely afraid of people. Believing ...