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jer979Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...
jer979Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...
jer979Coffee with AI
Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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A friend of mine recently lost his father.
It wasn’t a sudden thing and they had a last few days together.
As the friend recounted the story to me, he told me that, once he realized that death was imminent, he had the chance to tell his father that he was loved and appreciated. The son was grateful for all the father did.
The father died an hour later.
A beautiful moment, to be sure, but it left me wondering:
Why wait until the last hours?
It seems like you’re doing a disservice to the very people you care about by only giving them those few hours of knowing how you feel.
So, I called both my parents and told them the story. Then I told them “I’d like to avoid any last minute heroics or regrets on either of our sides” and then I told them how much I loved and appreciated them.
Death gets us all.
May as well acknowledge that now and avoid any potential pain later.
“If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to.”
-Lao Tzu
A friend of mine recently lost his father.
It wasn’t a sudden thing and they had a last few days together.
As the friend recounted the story to me, he told me that, once he realized that death was imminent, he had the chance to tell his father that he was loved and appreciated. The son was grateful for all the father did.
The father died an hour later.
A beautiful moment, to be sure, but it left me wondering:
Why wait until the last hours?
It seems like you’re doing a disservice to the very people you care about by only giving them those few hours of knowing how you feel.
So, I called both my parents and told them the story. Then I told them “I’d like to avoid any last minute heroics or regrets on either of our sides” and then I told them how much I loved and appreciated them.
Death gets us all.
May as well acknowledge that now and avoid any potential pain later.
“If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to.”
-Lao Tzu
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