It all starts with an idea

It all starts with an idea.

A small thing, really. No louder than a whisper.

You don’t know where it comes from - maybe a quiet Sunday morning, maybe the middle of a long, sleepless night.

But once it’s there, you can’t ignore it.

At first, it doesn’t look like much. Just a thought, a flicker, a ‘what if’. But deep down, you feel it - that faint electric pull that tells you this could be something.

Something worth building.

Something worth believing in.

And so you start. Not because you have a map. Not because anyone told you to. But because you have to. And as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into years, that tiny spark starts to grow.

You watch it take shape — clumsy at first, fragile even. But then one morning, you wake up and realize… it’s real. That thing you dreamed of. That idea that wouldn’t leave you alone. It’s standing right in front of you.

Maybe it’s a company.

Maybe it’s a game.

Maybe it’s both.

And you smile - not the kind that shows off, but the quiet kind, the kind that says: “I made it this far.”

I hope one day I can cross that same line again - see another dream take flight. I hope the ideas keep coming. And I hope I never lose that feeling - the one you get when a thought becomes something real.

That’s the good kind of hope.

The kind that sets you free.

So I had an idea last night...

John Thornewill

21st October 2025