Startupmentals: The Full Meaning of Startup’s Low-Hanging Fruit and the Fruit Higher Up

When I was a kid growing up in Yugoslavia, during the beautiful spring, summer and fall seasons, my twin brother and I acted more like monkeys than humans when it came to eating breakfast. We grew up on farm within the city limits and our parents both worked. They got up early and left the task of making our breakfast to our older sister. The farm was an organic paradise at its best. We grew corn for crop mainly, but around the farm there was an assortment of trees I have never seen since—not...