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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That thing I want which can only be given to me by someone else, but I don’t get?
The pain of rejection isn’t caused by them.
The injury that sidelines me from my exercise routine?
The pain of non-participation isn’t caused by it.
The uncertainty about what is the right decision?
The fear isn’t caused by the choice.
All of them are caused by me.
And me alone.
I am the source of the pain, the fear.
The water flows from the well, bubbling forth from a spring.
I can use it to drown myself.
Or I can use it to wash myself.
I can use it to destroy the seedlings.
Or I can use it to nourish them.
What do I do at the source, with the source?
That will determine the flow of the stream.
That thing I want which can only be given to me by someone else, but I don’t get?
The pain of rejection isn’t caused by them.
The injury that sidelines me from my exercise routine?
The pain of non-participation isn’t caused by it.
The uncertainty about what is the right decision?
The fear isn’t caused by the choice.
All of them are caused by me.
And me alone.
I am the source of the pain, the fear.
The water flows from the well, bubbling forth from a spring.
I can use it to drown myself.
Or I can use it to wash myself.
I can use it to destroy the seedlings.
Or I can use it to nourish them.
What do I do at the source, with the source?
That will determine the flow of the stream.
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