
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...
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Friction releases heat. Energy is expended in the form of heat.
Easy to see in a physical reaction.
Less easy to notice in an emotional reaction.
Someone says something or does something and I feel the resistance building within.
I feel the face get tense, the eyebrows furl, the shoulders tighten.
A ball of energy starts bouncing inside me, increasing in speed like a bubble boiling in a pot.
That’s not a law of nature.
A rock being pushed across a floor will always create some amount of friction.
An interaction with another person or an event does not have to.
In the in-between moments, like a mechanic servicing a car, I seek to apply emotional lubrication.
It’s not about “not feeling.”
It’s about creating the channels for the energy of the reaction to flow with the appropriate power and strength.
It’s about experiencing life’s wonder it its fullest capacity, but not so strongly that it bursts through the retaining walls and floods the area, leading to disaster.
Friction releases heat. Energy is expended in the form of heat.
Easy to see in a physical reaction.
Less easy to notice in an emotional reaction.
Someone says something or does something and I feel the resistance building within.
I feel the face get tense, the eyebrows furl, the shoulders tighten.
A ball of energy starts bouncing inside me, increasing in speed like a bubble boiling in a pot.
That’s not a law of nature.
A rock being pushed across a floor will always create some amount of friction.
An interaction with another person or an event does not have to.
In the in-between moments, like a mechanic servicing a car, I seek to apply emotional lubrication.
It’s not about “not feeling.”
It’s about creating the channels for the energy of the reaction to flow with the appropriate power and strength.
It’s about experiencing life’s wonder it its fullest capacity, but not so strongly that it bursts through the retaining walls and floods the area, leading to disaster.
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