Simon Cowell wrote a letter to his younger self for the Daily Mail, and if you have any familiarity with the man, it’s worth your time. Simon has a fascinating success story, having made and lost a fortune before hitting it mega in his later years. His tale is inspirational, and his tone is merciless:
You believe that everything is just going to get bigger and bigger and that you are an intrinsic part of it all. You are up there, riding so high, that you cannot see what is really happening. What the hell is that outside your interior designed, four-bedroom house in Fulham? Please don’t tell me it is a Porsche? Doh! Of course it is, what else could it be? You are driving a Porsche because everyone did in those days.And yours is a white convertible, the ultimate executive rock’n’roll cliche. Stop it, Simon. This is embarrassing. You are making me cringe.
You know how it ends – the contracts for millions, the Beverly Hills mansion, that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as Taylor Hicks won the worst season in Idol history – but take a moment to read about the journey.
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