waiting for my self to grow up
I had Atul Gawande’s “Being mortal” in my kindle library for a long while now but I’ve only read it a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t even sure what is it…
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I had Atul Gawande’s “Being mortal” in my kindle library for a long while now but I’ve only read it a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t even sure what is it…
Yesterday after a strength-training session I had a very innocuous mini argument with my partner about misplacing some things at home. Which after I simply slumped and curled up into a ball…
Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. – Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
Originally I scheduled myself today to write a post on the decisions I’d made while building this website, but an alumni of one of places I worked at passed away in a…
Isaac Asimov wrote almost 500 books before he passed on at 72. He wrote his third hundred books in only 69 months. That’s an average of 16 books a year: “Writing is more…