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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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 vaguely recall those days of childhood.
They are a distant vision, a blurry scene in a movie watched a long time ago.
Endless summers. Twilight hours. "Just a little more time!"
The biggest worry was being picked for a team and not being last.
The biggest fear was losing the game, not finding the hider.
The larger world, outside of the court, the playground, or the playroom...not even a moment of consideration.
And now?
There are moments of joy, of course, but the blessing of Awareness is also the curse.
Knowing the moment will not, cannot last.
Knowing the waves of the world beyond will crash on these shores, destroying this beautiful, albeit temporary, castle.
The search, the quest, the yearning....return to the one, in spite of the other.
I vaguely recall those days of childhood.
They are a distant vision, a blurry scene in a movie watched a long time ago.
Endless summers. Twilight hours. "Just a little more time!"
The biggest worry was being picked for a team and not being last.
The biggest fear was losing the game, not finding the hider.
The larger world, outside of the court, the playground, or the playroom...not even a moment of consideration.
And now?
There are moments of joy, of course, but the blessing of Awareness is also the curse.
Knowing the moment will not, cannot last.
Knowing the waves of the world beyond will crash on these shores, destroying this beautiful, albeit temporary, castle.
The search, the quest, the yearning....return to the one, in spite of the other.
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