On Greatness And The Fear Of Tomorrow.

I believe humans have a tendency to fear the future, to stay away from the thought of what’s to come, the possibilities of it. They’re simply so endless and so impossibly unknowable that it makes our minds feel small, the same way you feel minimized when thinking of the immensity of the universe and how …

Tap. Tap. Tap. – Poem

I sit alone on the couch. Holding more computer power that ever thought possible. Hugging bits and bytes. Pixels and pretty animations. Finding relief in the warmth of a screen. Losing myself in seemingly endless, mindless distraction. Busy mind, quiet heart. Tap, tap, tap. My fingers never cease. Tap, tap, tap. To create useless junk. …

Wait, I’m an adult now. When did that happen?

You’re walking down the street or driving your car, or going back to work from a cigarette break when suddenly it hits you: you’re an adult now. When did that happen? When did you grow old, when did you leave behind your younger, naive and innocent self? You’re supposed to be a grown up now, but suddenly you don’t feel like one. Suddenly you feel like you’re not supposed to be here, like the world played a game on you, you pressed auto-pilot and it brought you here, without your consent and all you can do now is play along.

Playing with toy scissors

My daughter came to me with plastic toy scissors and started to play with them, as I’m sitting down on the sofa in front of her she takes the two parts of the toy apart by mistake alongside an expression of surprise in seeing the toy breaking apart. I proceed to put it back, she …

Review: Work Rules!: Insights from Inside Google That Will Transform How You Live and Lead

My thoughts on: Work Rules! By Laszlo Bock. And a bit about the Google Memo craziness at the end. I always give tags to the books I read using Goodreads, that way I can easily find them in the future and I can measure how many of each type of book I’ve read thus far, …

Poem: The Shape Of Us.

As the wind that washes the shore Corroding the tallest mountains As it whistles songs of love That the trained ear can hear Do we also change When others touch our hearts And slowly shape our lives? When hands are held together And minds wander afar Are we also shaped As we see people come …