However, it’s a rough ride.
They don’t mind the ride.
There’s a fire which won’t be stilled till they’ve carved out their path.
Pioneers refuse to conform to their surroundings. What’s around them puts them off.
You see, many are not happy with what Nature offers them upfront, without any ado. A very small fraction of these unhappy people choose to do something about it. Majority of the latter fails. Those who succeed are called pioneers.
In a weak moment, pioneers look for comfort. The path is devoid of any. Is there someone, on the way, who offers them a cup of coffee? Seldom. Nobody really bothers with people who’re carving out their own path in the first place.
Sometimes, though, things get lonely. Pioneers feel grossly misunderstood. They feel like misfits, till they make it fit by sheer and gargantuan effort.
After it fits, and the path’s been carved out, it’s all hunky-dory, mostly. The world wants to ride along any kind of recognition coming someone’s way.
There are those who carve their paths which the world isn’t able to understand immediately. Yeah, some pioneers die unrecognized, perhaps in misery. There’s been nobody to offer them that cup of coffee, their whole lives.
Such are the lives and times of pioneers.
Their achievements ultimately benefit the world monumentally.
Don’t be afraid of becoming one.
Yeah, do the world a favour.