I've come to adore short and simple Twitter threads on life stuff. Not your typical market analysis, a how-to on surviving the bear market, or a post mortem on, I don't know, Terra (should I add "Classic" now) collapse. I'm sure you've seen enough of these by Sahil or Urban, for example. Sometimes it can grab your attention for weeks. And sometimes, it's possible to write off some of these thoughts as naive and obvious – no judgment here.

My favorite piece of the past few months is this piece by 6529 On How Short Life Is. Not going to retell it here – it's so damn good that you have to read it for yourself – but the focal point is centered around the idea that mathematically we have already spent about 99% of the time with our closest friends by now. As a result, we've left with much fewer special moments together than we think.

I've physically lived through this thread. For the past three months, almost every single close friend of mine had left the country. I'm almost sure that 99% of my time had gone forever. Most of these people I knew all my life, some for about a couple of years. We used to meet a few times a month; with some, we even worked closely on many creative projects. I enjoyed each of these moments. So even though I'll do my best to max out our last 1% together, it's hard to say goodbye – especially since you that uncertain about what the future holds for those who left and those who stay.

As 6529 writes,

Problems are a feature, not a bug. Problems are for the living, not for the dead. Problems are an excellent indicator that you are alive. The state of no problems, is the state of death.

Today is another farewell party. I'm genuinely happy for each person who has the guts and the resources to leave, but at the same time, it's getting more painful week by week. Not because I lack both – although it's important to acknowledge as the source of my frustration. But rather because I realize how hard it'll be to get together again, being separated all across the globe. And that we will obviously grow further apart – that's life. A feature, to be exact.

Cherish these special moments and the people around you. Sometimes it's better to listen to a motivational Twitter thread sooner than later. Until it's physically permanent, not mathematically. I could have been much happier if I'd come across it years ago. But it is what it is.

"No more magical blizzard nights for us anymore."

I've come to adore short and simple Twitter threads on life stuff. Not your typical market analysis, a how-to on surviving the bear market, or a post mortem on, I don't know, Terra (should I add "Classic" now) collapse. I'm sure you've seen enough of these by Sahil or Urban, for example. Sometimes it can grab your attention for weeks. And sometimes, it's possible to write off some of these thoughts as naive and obvious – no judgment here.

My favorite piece of the past few months is this piece by 6529 On How Short Life Is. Not going to retell it here – it's so damn good that you have to read it for yourself – but the focal point is centered around the idea that mathematically we have already spent about 99% of the time with our closest friends by now. As a result, we've left with much fewer special moments together than we think.

I've physically lived through this thread. For the past three months, almost every single close friend of mine had left the country. I'm almost sure that 99% of my time had gone forever. Most of these people I knew all my life, some for about a couple of years. We used to meet a few times a month; with some, we even worked closely on many creative projects. I enjoyed each of these moments. So even though I'll do my best to max out our last 1% together, it's hard to say goodbye – especially since you that uncertain about what the future holds for those who left and those who stay.

As 6529 writes,

Problems are a feature, not a bug. Problems are for the living, not for the dead. Problems are an excellent indicator that you are alive. The state of no problems, is the state of death.

Today is another farewell party. I'm genuinely happy for each person who has the guts and the resources to leave, but at the same time, it's getting more painful week by week. Not because I lack both – although it's important to acknowledge as the source of my frustration. But rather because I realize how hard it'll be to get together again, being separated all across the globe. And that we will obviously grow further apart – that's life. A feature, to be exact.

Cherish these special moments and the people around you. Sometimes it's better to listen to a motivational Twitter thread sooner than later. Until it's physically permanent, not mathematically. I could have been much happier if I'd come across it years ago. But it is what it is.

"No more magical blizzard nights for us anymore."