Imagination Capital

My father is an entrepreneur, and I grew up with a bunch of people who're children of entrepreneurs.

In a sudden twist of fate, I lose my dad, leaving me with my mom who's working for the government.

I never imagined that I could be an entrepreneur, after all, it's a widespread notion that to be an entrepreneur, one must have a capital to fund your venture. Money. Money. Money.

And I don't have that, financially speaking.

I don't have a million pesos, heck , I don't even have the money to pay what I owe to fully pay my health insurance.

Neither am I capable of starting a large scale business that will launch me from obscurity into stardom.

I just don't see myself as that... yet.

Nothing is fixed in stone, yes?

Then one day, I discovered Jon Orana from a blogger I've been following. He made a fortune selling ebooks.

His capital?

No, not money.

His capital was his imagination. 

And because I don't have the financial capital, I would like to believe I have the capital to fully utilize my imagination. 

The only thing I have is my head, my hands, my fascination to tell stories, and a slightly crazy imagination.

Do you have a captial? What's yours? 

A Harem Pants taught me a thing about being an entrepreneur

A missed opportunity. 

I walked to my former unit to say hi to my officemates when their eyes lit with glee. 

"Oh my gosh! I like your pants! It's so beautiful! Where did you buy them?"

I looked at them with amazement. It was the first time I was a recipient of their adoration. Not, screw that. It was the first time that I wore something that they wanted to purchase. I wore a smooth and comfortable harem pants (for the lack of better term).

"South Korea" I replied shyly. 

They look at me, dismayed. "Why didn't you buy and sell some clothes?"

I sheepishly grin at one of them. "Don't worry, I'll buy another one when I return to Korea."

It was a funny conversation. 

I learned something too. 

I'm not fashionable... I have yet to develop my refined fashion taste. I'm not that into clothes. I've been to places, and I have never bothered to purchase clothes, nor even sell them. 

Selling clothes, was a my big fat boss battle. 

It was something I could never imagine myself doing. 

But today's incident taught me differently. 

I'm ignorant of the fact that women go gaga over clothes. 

I'm ignorant of the possible market I can venture. 

I'm ignorant that some people like what I do not like, while some people don't like what I like. 

Today, I learned something from a missed opportunity. 

And it's an opportunity I'm glad I missed.