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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...
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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I was caught up in a vortex of a problem.
My chest and back muscles were tense.
My voice, heightened.
Patience was wearing thin, like a threadbare coat.
The feeling in my gut, really outside of my gut, was like I was wearing a tire around my waist, instead of a hula hoop.
How would I fix it? How could I make it all go away so I could feel the ever elusive tranquility, like floating on the ocean during a beautiful sunset?
I was caught up in my own world of problems. Nearly totally absorbed.
Then, I spoke with a friend.
“How are things going? Give me the update,” I said.
“Life sucks. I’ve been unemployed for a year and I can’t find a job.”
Seconds after he told me that, the car I was riding in (my friend was driving) was sideswiped by a reckless driver. (No one was hurt, fortunately).
God was sending me a message. Or even if he wasn’t, I chose to take it that way.
“Dude, yes, you have problems, but you have a really GOOD problem. It’s the kind of problem that only happens when you are fortunate.”
I’m studying the book of Job right now. We’re not done yet, but I wonder if it’s possible, just maybe, maybe, maybe, to get to a point where every problem is a good problem.
Because if you have a problem, it means you’re alive.
And that’s a good thing.
I was caught up in a vortex of a problem.
My chest and back muscles were tense.
My voice, heightened.
Patience was wearing thin, like a threadbare coat.
The feeling in my gut, really outside of my gut, was like I was wearing a tire around my waist, instead of a hula hoop.
How would I fix it? How could I make it all go away so I could feel the ever elusive tranquility, like floating on the ocean during a beautiful sunset?
I was caught up in my own world of problems. Nearly totally absorbed.
Then, I spoke with a friend.
“How are things going? Give me the update,” I said.
“Life sucks. I’ve been unemployed for a year and I can’t find a job.”
Seconds after he told me that, the car I was riding in (my friend was driving) was sideswiped by a reckless driver. (No one was hurt, fortunately).
God was sending me a message. Or even if he wasn’t, I chose to take it that way.
“Dude, yes, you have problems, but you have a really GOOD problem. It’s the kind of problem that only happens when you are fortunate.”
I’m studying the book of Job right now. We’re not done yet, but I wonder if it’s possible, just maybe, maybe, maybe, to get to a point where every problem is a good problem.
Because if you have a problem, it means you’re alive.
And that’s a good thing.
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