Every Generation Has a Chance, but Only by Flipping the Table

Wait for the wind, wait for mistakes, wait for the temperature drop, wait for the crosswind.

There is no fixed thing called "opportunity." What is honey to one person is poison to another; the very thing that makes one person rich may bankrupt another.

When the wind rises, your boss gets rich. When the wind dies down, your boss is done for. But realize this: you have an opportunity to get rich too. The market hasn't disappeared—it has simply shifted.

By pursuing a small ecological niche, whether the wind rises or falls, it is in the process of change that brief windows of opportunity open up, releasing some niche space. Chaos is the ladder.