Two things matter to me right now, and they’re pulling in opposite directions. One is keeping up with the fastest world we’ve ever lived in. AI, technology, all of it moving in the next two or three years. I’m in it for work, and it feels urgent. The other is having time to sit quietly…
You’ve been told to eat more protein after 40. More shakes. More chicken. More supplements. Fight sarcopenia. Preserve the muscle. Sounds right. It’s not. High protein activates a growth pathway in your body called mTOR. mTOR doesn’t care what it grows. Muscle, yes. But also things you don’t want growing. After 40, when cancer risk…
You think you wasted 30 years by not picking one thing and mastering it. You didn’t. You were building a neural network of perspective while everyone else was building a single node. They went deep. You went wide. And now, in your 40s or 50s, you’re realizing the specialists around you can execute within their…
You think something went wrong with you in your 40s. The questions that had no answers. The confusion that wouldn’t resolve. The identity that suddenly felt like quicksand. You weren’t malfunctioning. You were in the Tunnel. Here’s what actually happened: For years, you shaped yourself around what others needed. Your parents. Your partner. Your career….
From about 40 to 45, I was confused. Not just “having a rough patch” confused – but questioning everything: my choices, my values, my purpose, who I even was. I tried to go back to the achievement path that had worked before. Couldn’t. I tried to figure out what was next. Couldn’t do that either….
I’ve been sitting with a question I can’t shake: what if the separation we feel from others – especially people we’ve hurt or loved – isn’t actually real? Not as some abstract philosophy thing. As something practical. Something that changes how you show up in conflict, in relationships, in everyday life. So I’ve been exploring…
Last night I was walking by the sea and something hit me. For years – no… more than a decade – I’ve felt like something was wrong with me. Not just for asking questions like “What’s the meaning of life?” but for not having satisfying answers. Especially for not knowing the Truth with a capital…
My son is three and a half. He’s just starting to figure out how life works. And there’s something I desperately want him to know – something my father never told me, something I didn’t discover until I was 50. This isn’t abstract philosophy. It’s about what carries you through decades of feeling like you’re…
This is how radical it is. The mind simply wants to capitulate. Truth (capital T) can be known only by experience. Experience is private and non-reproducible. Talking about an experience is not the experience. Therefore, you can know Truth, but you can never talk or write about it. I’m trying to make the point that…