there’s a thin line between romanticization and idealization.

there’s a slippery slope between being grateful and gaslighting yourself.

the kicker is that you don’t know what’s what until you’re in the moment. the experience is computationally irreducible in that way. you only know what a thing is once it’s become that thing. there’s no shortcut to feeling feelings.

I said yesterday that today I was going to write about financial strategies, and ways I think about investing. that’s not going to happen, sorry. Simply put, I’m not feeling great.

But the notes will be there one day. People keep asking for my opinion on money things, so I guess it’s time I outline my primary principles on the matter.

one thing I’ll leave you with: growth is pain. always has been, always will be. knowing this, I ask: do the trees scream? do bones moan? I think not. so then why do I feel like I’m being ripped apart? I suppose just all the other possibilities splitting off into their own universes, living their own lives.