I ran across this factoid in this year's green issue of Vanity Fair in an article on falconry written by Robert F. Kennedy Jr.:
Eighty percent of raptors die during their first year trying to master the art of killing game. Those that survive possess an extraordinary ability to learn from experience.
For some birds and some businesses, you just don't eat if you don't take risks and high-speed suicide plunges. Fly fast and probably die . . . or don't eat and die for sure.
I'm not saying that I respect everybody who has managed to make it past a year in this industry, nor am I saying that crazy-ass high-risk stunts are necessary to succeed in internet porn, nor am I saying that those of us who survive possess raptor-like skill and awe-inspiring talent. Instead I'm comforted by the thought of being part of that 20% not because I'm so full of wild daring, skill, or smarts but because of luck, tenacity, and choosing to commit. And because it's something I was born to do, and if I were to lose everything doing it that wouldn't be a personal failure, it would simply be the probable cost of learning to fly.
Labels: business, inspiration, risk