
Purpose 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...

Value. 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 "...

Coffee 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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Purpose 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...

Value. 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 "...

Coffee 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...
www.twitter.com/jer979

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I wonder why humans seem to always need something to worry about.
Perhaps it’s evolutionary.
If we’re not afraid of something or concerned about something, we’re worried about the fact that we’re not worried about something.
It’s like we can’t be comfortable in our own skin unless we’re uncomfortable about…something.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
Without the fear, we lack the intrinsic motivation to make change, to create something that we think is “better.”
But maybe there’s something else.
Maybe the beauty of living comes from learning to feel the fear, wherever it sits in the body.
Shoulders, head, stomach, skin. All of the above.
Being aware of it.
Then, sitting with it, like a friend with whom we are having a coffee.
Not judging, not trying to change it. Not trying to push it away.
Instead, listening to it, patiently, open-minded, accepting of whatever it is telling us at the moment. Then, later, internalizing what it may be teaching us. And taking the next step on the path of life, with it both beside and inside us.
I wonder why humans seem to always need something to worry about.
Perhaps it’s evolutionary.
If we’re not afraid of something or concerned about something, we’re worried about the fact that we’re not worried about something.
It’s like we can’t be comfortable in our own skin unless we’re uncomfortable about…something.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
Without the fear, we lack the intrinsic motivation to make change, to create something that we think is “better.”
But maybe there’s something else.
Maybe the beauty of living comes from learning to feel the fear, wherever it sits in the body.
Shoulders, head, stomach, skin. All of the above.
Being aware of it.
Then, sitting with it, like a friend with whom we are having a coffee.
Not judging, not trying to change it. Not trying to push it away.
Instead, listening to it, patiently, open-minded, accepting of whatever it is telling us at the moment. Then, later, internalizing what it may be teaching us. And taking the next step on the path of life, with it both beside and inside us.
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