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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Or is it Pessimistic Optimism?
I feel the weight of my perceived reality.
Though I may hope, on the deepest of levels, that external facts may change.
I also know, in those same deep places--my gut, my heart-- that they never will.
My arms and shoulders feel heavy.
My eyebrows sag under the weight of the despair.
A time of perpetual sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns is simply never going to happen.
It’s easy to get dark, to give up.
The challenge is to keep walking, keep smiling, keep breathing, keep celebrating, keep enjoying even if and when I know that.
To account for it, to make plans accordingly, but not to let it destroy me.
It’s the forge.
I can melt.
Or I emerge stronger.
Or is it Pessimistic Optimism?
I feel the weight of my perceived reality.
Though I may hope, on the deepest of levels, that external facts may change.
I also know, in those same deep places--my gut, my heart-- that they never will.
My arms and shoulders feel heavy.
My eyebrows sag under the weight of the despair.
A time of perpetual sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns is simply never going to happen.
It’s easy to get dark, to give up.
The challenge is to keep walking, keep smiling, keep breathing, keep celebrating, keep enjoying even if and when I know that.
To account for it, to make plans accordingly, but not to let it destroy me.
It’s the forge.
I can melt.
Or I emerge stronger.
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