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Question: What’s The Easiest Way To Become A Millionaire?

Simple Way To 7 Figures

I wish I could tell you to bring your laptop to the beach, crack it open, click five times, and you’re on your way.

Obviously, I can’t.  But what I can do is offer some tough love.

Because, bro, the fact that you even Googled “the easiest way to become a millionaire” tells me you’re not ready for seven figures.

Outside of winning the lottery or inheriting it, there is no easy way to make millions.  It’s always hard.  But I suppose there are smarter ways to go about it.  Ways that are faster or more favorable.  Maybe even more enjoyable.  But I digress.

You came here looking for easy, so I have no choice but to set the record straight.

Becoming a millionaire is hard

How hard?  For me, it was the hardest thing I’d ever done.  Not physically, but mentally.  Since I made my millions online, the work was never physically hard.  But the process was the biggest mental mind f*ck ever.

Uncertainty.  Fear.  Frustration.  Anxiety.  Then, a glimmer of hope.  Nope, spoke too soon.  More disappointment.

“Maybe my friends are right.  Maybe I am dreaming.”

“Should I give up and go back to my job?”

“Damn, this savings is going fast.  How much longer can I even survive if this doesn’t take off?”

“Dude, I got it!  This’ll work.  I know it.”

Fast forward 45-days: “WTF was I thinking?  What a stupid idea!”

(*Quits for a full day.  Wakes up the next morning with a “better idea.”)

And the cycle would continue.  For three dark years.  But it felt like 20.  And it cost me just about everything:

A comfy corporate job.  Most of my friends.  I grew apart from my entire family.  I almost lost my girlfriend.  (Thank God I didn’t.  She’s now my wife.)  Tens of thousands in credit card debt.  And nearly, my sanity.

Oh, and it turns out?  Sitting in front of a computer screen 10 hours a day seven days a week takes its toll too.  My eyesight went from 20/20 to squinting old man.  I’ve got a pinched nerve at the base of my neck, right between my shoulder blades, that flares up if I don’t stand most of the day.  And now my knees hurt from standing most of the day.

Plus, after those three torturous years, it took another three to become a full-fledged millionaire.

(Those weren’t as bad though.  At least, as my income climbed, I could wipe my tears with money.)

Now.  Does any of that sound easy to you?

Are you sure you still wanna be a millionaire?

And let’s be honest: I didn’t have to suffer for nearly as long as most millionaires.  I mean, what’s a few years?  When so many millionaires have to work a job they hate for 35 years and rely on pinching pennies, a favorable stock market, and compound interest to take its sweet-ass-time… just to pull it off?

I should be so lucky.  Right?  To become a millionaire at 29 years young, with the rest of my life to enjoy it?

And I’ll still look you square in the eye and tell you it’s almost not worth it.  Almost.

Of course, it is.  I wouldn’t have started this website if it wasn’t.

But are we clear?

That if you’re searching for “simple” you’ve already lost?

That, instead, you should go into this journey expecting chaos and loneliness and setbacks and serious self-doubt?

If so, I’ll hop off my high horse.

And end with some good news, now that you’ve been learned.

Going from nothing to two commas will always be hard, but it doesn’t have to take forever.

Like the saying goes: “If I’d known then what I know now,” I could’ve skipped those first three years altogether.  My march to millionaire could’ve been cut in half.  I could’ve spared myself so much unnecessary anguish.

But I didn’t.  I didn’t know any better.

So I spent time and money and sanity pursuing projects that, looking back, never would’ve turned into million dollar web businesses.

Yet today, with those hard-earned lessons under my belt – and more money to throw at it – I can turn a new idea into income within days.  In fact, I’m building an internet business right now that’s on track to go from zero to a million in sales in under a year.

Good for me, right?

No, it’s good for you, too.

Here’s why:

I just wrote a big-ass list of all my millionaire lessons.

Read it, study it, save yourself a few years of f*ckery.

Cory Johnson: your momma’s neighbor’s side chick’s last Uber Eats delivery guy’s third-favorite blogger. Here’s how he makes millions of dollars blogging without being bothered.