This executive is living in fear


It’s not a story of mine.

No.

The great Nassim Nicholas Taleb, in his book Antifragile compared two people: a high-level executive with a good salary, dressed in a suit and tie, and an immigrant taxi driver, self-employed, with a variable income and dressed as best he can.

Taleb remarked that, while the executive may seem to have a calmer, more secure life with a better salary, better suits, and nicer restaurants, deep down, he lived in immense internal fear.

He sh*t in his pants.

This fear comes from his status. Everything he now has and doesn’t want to lose.

Comfort zone or the pay check drug.

The executive trembles whenever company cutbacks are announced, loses sleep thinking he might be fired, and feels like his world is crumbling if his boss calls him into the office for no apparent reason.

Why?

Because the well-paid executive fears losing his lifestyle, being unable to pay the three mortgages he has, the car, and his kids’ school fees.

And he fears this because, unlike the self-employed immigrant taxi driver, he has two major problems:

  1. He is accustomed to a stable, constant, and secure income.
  2. He can’t imagine, nor does he feel capable of, living on less than his monthly salary.

Therefore, the taxi driver is more antifragile, which essentially means being better prepared for unexpected events, disruptions, and change.

The taxi driver is used to earning a lot some days and nothing on others, having good months and less favorable months, and above all, dealing with uncertainty and change.

Security and certainty vs. uncertainty and change.

But you could work this around in your favour.

You could simply accept that there is no greater security or certainty than knowing that life is uncertainty and change.

This is why personal growth, remain flexible and alert, a side business or investments, are so important to keep your pants clean.

If you look for help in that regard, you can click below and start working.

$999.00

Mentorship Package

Three sessions of 1 hours each where you can discuss for business or yourself any of the issues I know more about: ... Read more

​

PD 1: If you liked this email, don't keep it in secret and forward it to a friend. They will thank you enormously one day.

PD 2: If somebody has sent you this email and you want to receive emails like this yourself, visit vicentevalencia.com

PD 3: If you want unsubscribe, click the link below.

Vicente Valencia

I talk about Personal Growth, Management, Infrastructure and More | 👇JOIN +2k readers 👇

Read more from Vicente Valencia

A toll road. In one of the richest regions of Europe. Northern Italy. Lombardy. Industrial powerhouse. Traffic everywhere. What could possibly go wrong? The project was called the Autostrada Pedemontana Lombarda. A massive motorway designed to connect cities north of Milan and relieve congestion around the region. On paper, it looked like a dream. Economic powerhouse region. Millions of inhabitants. Constant truck traffic. Banks were queuing to through their money to the asphalt plant. Making...

The system worked perfectly. The satellites tracked the trucks. The software calculated the tolls. The invoices were ready. The gantries were already installed across France. 173 of them. Steel structures over highways, quietly waiting for trucks to pass and pay. The project cost almost €1 billion. It was called the Écotaxe Poids Lourds. The idea was simple. Heavy trucks should pay for using the roads. Especially foreign trucks crossing France. Elegant. Who would say no to such a great idea?...

My wife had been unsuccessful for a while. She tried three times. Her ads expired those three times. $75 the higher bid. She wanted at least 100$ for an almost new bike that our son used 5-10 times max. She published the ads with 100$. The price new: 160$. She told me. I listened. Shall I call the buyer that offered me 75$? No, I said. Increase the price to $120 in the ad. Seriously? But new it’s 160 and this one is almost 2 years old. 120$, go, try. 24 hours later… Sold, 100$. WOW! My...