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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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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I got out of the cab at the Budapest airport.
I’d had a pleasant ride and laughed a bit, via the language barrier, with the driver.
He seemed nice enough.
It had been a long day. Very long.
I handed him my credit card, paid, and he drove off.
Seconds later, a text comes in from the bank asking if I charged $733 for a taxi ride.
Ugh.
After all these years, I should know better.
A rookie mistake.
My first thought was to beat myself up, but I took a deep breath and said, “ok, this is just the next challenge in the game. I’ll get it resolved.”
And I will.
It stung for a while (and it still lingers a bit now, the day after), but instead of being completely pissed for a long time, I felt sad and calm.
Sad that there are people in the world like the cab driver.
Calm because, in the midst of the storm, I have an opportunity to practice tranquility.
The challenges aren’t the disruptors to life. They are part of the game.
I got out of the cab at the Budapest airport.
I’d had a pleasant ride and laughed a bit, via the language barrier, with the driver.
He seemed nice enough.
It had been a long day. Very long.
I handed him my credit card, paid, and he drove off.
Seconds later, a text comes in from the bank asking if I charged $733 for a taxi ride.
Ugh.
After all these years, I should know better.
A rookie mistake.
My first thought was to beat myself up, but I took a deep breath and said, “ok, this is just the next challenge in the game. I’ll get it resolved.”
And I will.
It stung for a while (and it still lingers a bit now, the day after), but instead of being completely pissed for a long time, I felt sad and calm.
Sad that there are people in the world like the cab driver.
Calm because, in the midst of the storm, I have an opportunity to practice tranquility.
The challenges aren’t the disruptors to life. They are part of the game.
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