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it doesn't matter if you're the "best" at it or if chatgpt is better than you. who cares. that's an ego game

the point of being human is to have the human experience of learning and developing skill and using that skill to express yourself creatively, to build stuff for your enjoyment and others' benefit

and you'll always be able to do that

within a few years, for many many things, an AI system will be functionally better than a human counterpart

i believe we all have a unique creative energy and unique expression of life that we bring to the world. the way to thrive in life is to lean into that, develop that, live in it. i expect this will become increasingly true in an AI world

i still don't know what love is but i know what it feels like

tunnel vision can be your superpower or kryptonite - sometimes both. use it wisely

"realistic"

never

got

anyone

anywhere

interesting

the real dance is using your own creativity to find ways around your creative blocks. unobstructed and unencumbered creative expression. that's magical

be offensively optimistic. be so optimistic that it pisses people off

part of me enjoys structured practices. they give me a container to explore myself and life. i have many of these practices in my life. some i have done for years. some are rather young. some will have a natural end, and others will likely last for my lifetime

some of these thoughts i love.

some i hate.

some feel complete and beautiful.

some feel incomplete and clunky.

some feel true.

some feel false.

some feel real.

some feel like fantasy.

some feel organic and intuitive.

some feel forced.

some days i love this practice. some days i hate it

i like things that don't have an explanation. they just are

it's something i do every day simply because i think it is important for me to do, even if i don't have a good explanation as to "why" it is important

it's not meant to be anything specific. there is no end goal, no finish line

this is a daily practice for me

morning light streamed through the window above him. he rolled over and did a mental scan of his body. everything seemed to be okay. he looked down - white lines spidered out across his chest from the impact center, a telltale sign of what had happened. this was going to be hard to hide.

know who you are

know who you are not