The chant of “burn the boats” echoes from the days of the Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés, a man with fire in his heart and a plan etched in the New World sands. Legend weaves a tale of Cortés landing on Mexican shores in 1519, urging his men to set their ships ablaze. No retreat, no escape – just a commitment etched in the flames, a vow to conquer the Aztec Empire and unfurl the Spanish banner in the wind.
In the tapestry of today, “burn the boats” is a phrase we toss around, a metaphor swirling in the air like incense. It’s a call to arms, a commitment etched with the ink of audacity. A nudge to break the chains, take bold strides, and dance on the edge of dreams.
I, too, stepped off the corporate carousel, trading the shackles of a ludicrous job for the wild dance of pursuing dreams. Better to be broke and free than to march to the beat of a life without dreams. In the spirit of Cortés, I burned the boats and charted a course through the unknown, chasing the echo of my own heartbeat.