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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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Over the years, we add on aspects of our identity, like layers of a cake.
But, with time, we are forced to let go of some of those layers.
A career change.
A marriage. A divorce.
A child.
A student.
A member.
Sometimes we bring the changes upon ourselves.
Sometimes, they are forced upon us.
Either way, the change of state from one to the other can be jarring. It can (and often does) induce anxiety.
After all, if I’m not [whatever], then what am I?
The tension arises in the shoulders, the heads, the chest.
What’s the purpose? What’s the point?
I’ve found that breathing through these moments are helpful.
Then, when I regain composure and tranquility, I find that the letting go of that layer of a cake is liberating.
And, I can sense that, underneath it all, is the source.
Eternity.
Over the years, we add on aspects of our identity, like layers of a cake.
But, with time, we are forced to let go of some of those layers.
A career change.
A marriage. A divorce.
A child.
A student.
A member.
Sometimes we bring the changes upon ourselves.
Sometimes, they are forced upon us.
Either way, the change of state from one to the other can be jarring. It can (and often does) induce anxiety.
After all, if I’m not [whatever], then what am I?
The tension arises in the shoulders, the heads, the chest.
What’s the purpose? What’s the point?
I’ve found that breathing through these moments are helpful.
Then, when I regain composure and tranquility, I find that the letting go of that layer of a cake is liberating.
And, I can sense that, underneath it all, is the source.
Eternity.
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