Break me down. Rip my joy out. Take a perfect day and turn it into something horrible.

Dance circles around my head. Laugh out loud at my jittery hands. Jeer my trips.

Amplify my faults. Paint my dreams red. Come back again and again after I think your gone.

I won’t stop. I won’t pause. I won’t quit. I won’t seek an end.

I’m not done. I’m not done.



Talk is cheap. Action is everything.

I wrote about how words matter and how they sometimes preceed your actions in driving interaction.

But words without actions are plain. Like an egg without a yolk. What gives words their power is the backing of the action it promises. It’s why God is God. His words do not go unfulfilled. It’s why some great people get ostracized, when their words fail in the presence of their actions.

It’s how strong people are graded. Words are important. They sway. They soothe. They sting. But this only happens because of physical evidence of their meaning.

The only thing that matters is what you do. As long as what you do lines up with your words. Your very words become powerful.

Wrote this to balance my former write up on words.



There is this cover of fear that exists. The fear of taking the wrong direction and wasting time. Especially when the current activity isn’t yeilding any result and projections seem grim. This same story has been told thousands of times over the centuries and millennia. Of those too afraid to try less they fail. Of those who try then stop, less they lose time and of those who continued inspite of the threat of lost time and failure.

We all know how the story ends, and how this still evades actual practice in the main populous. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. What particular skill can I have if I put in only 15 mins a day worth of effort within the next year?

“Take a simple idea and take it seriously.” — Charlie Munger.

illustration by visualize value






What makes you happy?

…nature, I guess. The yellow sun. The green leaves. The crawling insect. The flying bird…

Yeah, there’s a certain peace in nature. Something different, ethereal, calming.


Do you go out often?


But you said nature makes you happy.


Then that means?


…want to go out?

Come on, its easy!

That’s not the problem.

What is?

It’s complicated…



A short story. It starts with a promise, and ends with furrowed brows.

Energy driven out. Smack, like the clap of a sound barrier.

A single decision and the subsequent consequences.

The wind blows, the leaves shuffle. A frog croaks in the distance.

The eye adjusts, noticing the shining moon. The question is asked and a wince escapes the lips.

“How many times would you learn the same lesson?”