I'm 28 years old, Canadian, and an inventor. Not that I’ve made any money being one. On the contrary, I’ve spent so much money on the things I create it almost hurts to give my self such a title. It’s almost as though I’ve passed the point of no return. In many ways, I have. It would be spectacular if these contraptions repaid me someday soon for my tireless effort. Yet, I’m not a stranger to the game. James Dyson failed over 5000 times before getting his wicked little vacuum perfected. I haven’t failed that many times, nor would I like to.
One of my problems is having too many irons in the fire, and woe is me for not having the money to work on all of them. Many projects I have never been able to finish due to unseen circumstances. Whether it was people involved in the project walking away, losing work space due to projects, or again not having the money to finish.
I used to think everyone has ideation. Unfortunately, this is not the case. My friends have said they swear they can hear the gears turning in my head at times. A walk down the street can take longer than expected when something catches your eye and your imagination runs wild with all the ways in which it could be improved. This is my life in a nutshell.
Having an imagination is crucial to invention. I remember being 6 or 7 years old and attempting to build a giant robot with cardboard boxes and duck tape. It would have worked too, I just ran out of duck tape 😊
My imagination is a little more refined now. Not so much trying to make cardboard robots to take over the world. I try to create things that will one day improve the world. I aspire to be a philanthropist.
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has. - Margaret Mead