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 "...
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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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The first day of school.
The first day of a new job.
The first day of marriage.
There are moments in life when we are aware we are doing something for the very first time.
Soon, they become familiar and routine, which is fine. That’s the flow. Things emerge, mature, and then wither.
Sometimes the “first” is thrust upon us.
Sometimes, though, we have the opportunity to manufacture firsts.
Then, that feeling of newness, of adventure, of a fresh start is present, giving us an opportunity to reconnect with our innate sense of curiosity, of patience, of exploration, and, perhaps on a deeper level, ourselves.
As I get older, I recognize a value in manufacturing first times.
The first day of school.
The first day of a new job.
The first day of marriage.
There are moments in life when we are aware we are doing something for the very first time.
Soon, they become familiar and routine, which is fine. That’s the flow. Things emerge, mature, and then wither.
Sometimes the “first” is thrust upon us.
Sometimes, though, we have the opportunity to manufacture firsts.
Then, that feeling of newness, of adventure, of a fresh start is present, giving us an opportunity to reconnect with our innate sense of curiosity, of patience, of exploration, and, perhaps on a deeper level, ourselves.
As I get older, I recognize a value in manufacturing first times.
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