The other day I wondered what Thomas A. Edison’s parents were like, when he was about to invent the light bulb (his mum was already dead then, but let’s ignore this for now). He failed so often in order to come up with something that changed the world more than most things, but he persevered and succeeded.
And his parents, they could have been like “Tommy, dear, we think you did a great job when you came up with that telegraph thing and now it’s such a great success. You could make a decent living with that. You know, this electricity thing you’re now doing, it’s already cost you so much time and it still doesn’t work, why don’t you stick with what you got? Don’t make us worry.”
Or were they like “Tommy, dear, we think you did a great job when you came up with that telegraph thing and now it’s such a great success. You could make a decent living with that. You know, this electricity thing you’re now doing, it’s already cost you so much time and it still doesn’t work, but you keep on pushing and trying to get it to work no matter what. We’re very proud of you, and we believe that your work is remarkable.”
But in the end, it’s not important. It’s only important what Thomas Edison himself wanted, and what he did. No matter what.


