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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 "...
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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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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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Life doesn’t work out as we had planned or hope.
We know that by now.
Those dashed expectations and crushed hopes don’t just float away.
They go somewhere.
Luca Brasi-esque, they go down deep somewhere.
We carry that pain with us. It’s the slight twitch of our shoulders or a void in the gut.
It’s the thing that gives us shivers when we experience a moment that stirs it.
But the full excavation?
That’s hard…and scary.
It’s like finding a bag of rotten broccoli somewhere in your kitchen.
No choice, but to confront it eventually, even if it’s the last thing you want to do.
Until we clean out the flotsam and jetsam, we can’t feel free and light.
And who doesn’t want that?
Life doesn’t work out as we had planned or hope.
We know that by now.
Those dashed expectations and crushed hopes don’t just float away.
They go somewhere.
Luca Brasi-esque, they go down deep somewhere.
We carry that pain with us. It’s the slight twitch of our shoulders or a void in the gut.
It’s the thing that gives us shivers when we experience a moment that stirs it.
But the full excavation?
That’s hard…and scary.
It’s like finding a bag of rotten broccoli somewhere in your kitchen.
No choice, but to confront it eventually, even if it’s the last thing you want to do.
Until we clean out the flotsam and jetsam, we can’t feel free and light.
And who doesn’t want that?
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