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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At first, it’s subtle.
Barley noticeable.
Just a small bubble, like one a kid would blow from a soap bottle.
But, it gradually grows outward, taking up more space, applying pressure to your stomach, your intestines.
Pushing up.
Pushing down.
Pushing out.
Until it’s impossible to ignore.
It’s not going anywhere until you decide to release it.
But you can’t.
It may not be the right time or the right place.
But the awareness of it has grown until it’s nearly all consuming.
It’s the sole focus of your mind’s energy.
So, what then?
How to respond.
That’s the moment.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”
At first, it’s subtle.
Barley noticeable.
Just a small bubble, like one a kid would blow from a soap bottle.
But, it gradually grows outward, taking up more space, applying pressure to your stomach, your intestines.
Pushing up.
Pushing down.
Pushing out.
Until it’s impossible to ignore.
It’s not going anywhere until you decide to release it.
But you can’t.
It may not be the right time or the right place.
But the awareness of it has grown until it’s nearly all consuming.
It’s the sole focus of your mind’s energy.
So, what then?
How to respond.
That’s the moment.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”
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