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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...
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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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Like sitting under a strong waterfall, the pressure, the intensity, and the noise are unceasing.
They pound down and the body must brace to receive the impact. The shoulders are hunched, the stomach radiates a message outward to every point, “be firm, more is coming.”
The back takes a pounding, waffling between hunching to protect, and becoming erect to absorb. Feet seek to find their footing, as do hands.
For a moment, the eyes might open and see the images beyond the water cascading relentlessly in front. “Out there,” apparently, is the calm, tranquil world, but “in here,” it’s chaos. Noise, commotion, pressure.
But, I wonder if that can be flipped?
I wonder if it’s possible to accept that, as long as life continues, the water of the uncertain future will crash down upon me and that maybe, just maybe, I can train myself to find the tranquility within?
The breath is the key to the door of certainty.
Certainty that, as long as I am here, feeling the water, I am fortunate to be here, feeling the water.
So, I should just feel the water.
Like sitting under a strong waterfall, the pressure, the intensity, and the noise are unceasing.
They pound down and the body must brace to receive the impact. The shoulders are hunched, the stomach radiates a message outward to every point, “be firm, more is coming.”
The back takes a pounding, waffling between hunching to protect, and becoming erect to absorb. Feet seek to find their footing, as do hands.
For a moment, the eyes might open and see the images beyond the water cascading relentlessly in front. “Out there,” apparently, is the calm, tranquil world, but “in here,” it’s chaos. Noise, commotion, pressure.
But, I wonder if that can be flipped?
I wonder if it’s possible to accept that, as long as life continues, the water of the uncertain future will crash down upon me and that maybe, just maybe, I can train myself to find the tranquility within?
The breath is the key to the door of certainty.
Certainty that, as long as I am here, feeling the water, I am fortunate to be here, feeling the water.
So, I should just feel the water.
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